Although his heart was filled with disbelief, Ning Fengzhi still trusted that his daughter Ning Rongrong would never lie about something so important.
Suppressing the urge to shout "impossible" again, he quickly asked,
"Rongrong, is what you said true?"
"Of course!"
Ning Rongrong huffed disdainfully.
"Ye Yu is a once-in-a-million-years genius, a talent who shakes the continent itself! Becoming an Limit Douluo and stepping onto the path of godhood is only natural for him. What's so strange about that?"
"Father, Grandmaster Sword, Grandmaster Bone—your vision is simply too narrow!"
"Don't you know? Even Dugu Yan is about to break through to Spirit Sage, and she's only twenty-three! In the future, she'll definitely reach Titled Douluo before forty."
"Not only that—Lingling, Zhuqing, and Huo Wu have already broken through to Spirit Emperor. Without question, each of them will also reach Titled Douluo in their early forties."
"As for Shui Bing'er and Shui Yue'er, they haven't yet received Ye Yu's recognition. Otherwise, they too would surely become Titled Douluo before forty!"
"All of this already surpasses the limits of the Spirit Master world's understanding!"
Watching his daughter glow with unrestrained admiration for Ye Yu, Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo Chen Xin, and Bone Douluo Gu Rong could only exchange helpless looks.
She hadn't even married out yet, and already her elbows were turning outward!
Ning Fengzhi forced a bitter smile. People always said daughters were their father's little padded jacket, warming and protective. But his own daughter… was clearly a black-hearted jacket stabbing him in the ribs!
Still, if Ye Yu truly had already become an Limit Douluo and was on the verge of becoming a god, then Ning Fengzhi's heart couldn't help but burn with excitement.
As one of the most knowledgeable men on the continent, he was well aware of the Spirit Hall's origins.
If the Angel God could create the mighty Spirit Hall…
Then once Ye Yu became a god, he too could forge a power that would dominate the continent!
And right now, Ye Yu's Creation Temple had only just been established. This was the perfect time for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan to join as founding shareholders!
With their strength and influence, the clan would naturally hold an important position. In the future, this would ensure that Rongrong and Ye Yu's children could inherit the Creation Temple without obstacles.
At last, Ning Fengzhi understood why Ye Yu had named his faction a "Temple."
It was because his true goal was godhood!
Ning Fengzhi sighed inwardly. He had trusted too much in common sense and been blinded by his own knowledge.
If he had joined from the very beginning, the benefits would have been unmatched. But now, for his daughter to have to come home and wake him up to reality—it was already late!
Still, better late than never.
Having made up his mind, Ning Fengzhi immediately ordered Gu Rong to open a Spatial Gate. Together with Bone Douluo and Ning Rongrong, he rushed straight to the Dugu Residence.
In the courtyard of the Dugu Residence, a swirling portal suddenly opened.
Stepping out were Ning Fengzhi, Bone Douluo Gu Rong, and Ning Rongrong.
"Uncle Ning, Grandpa Bone—why are you here?"
Ye Yu raised his brows in mild surprise at the sudden appearance.
At that moment, several radiant Spirit Bones floated before him. Each piece shone with brilliant colors, releasing terrifying Spirit Power fluctuations. Without exception, they were all over a hundred-thousand years old.
Ye Yu had been preparing to distribute these newly obtained Spirit Bones to Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling.
"Those are… Spirit Bones?!"
Seeing the collection hovering in midair, Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo froze in shock.
There were so many!
And each one radiated the oppressive aura of a hundred-thousand-year cultivation.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, as the wealthiest sect on the continent, certainly had Spirit Bones in storage. But at most, they were ordinary ten-thousand-year pieces, rarely exceeding seventy-thousand years.
By comparison, there was no doubt—the Spirit Bones in Ye Yu's hands were all hundred-thousand years or more!
How could he possibly possess so many?!
Where had he been training all these years?
The two men were shaken to their cores, yet at the same time, fiery desire surged in their hearts.
Especially Bone Douluo.
His cultivation had been stuck at Rank 95 Titled Douluo for years, unable to advance. If he could obtain even one hundred-thousand-year Spirit Bone… perhaps he could finally break through!
But such treasures were priceless.
And with his pride, Gu Rong couldn't bring himself to beg a junior like Ye Yu. If he were refused, it would be unbearable humiliation.
"Ye Yu, are all those Spirit Bones in your hands? They… they all feel like they're over a hundred-thousand years old!"
Ning Fengzhi forced a gentle smile, though his heart trembled.
"They are indeed all over a hundred-thousand years."
Ye Yu nodded lightly, not bothering to conceal the truth.
"Yan Yan and Lingling were the first to believe in me and stand at my side. When I founded the Creation Temple, Grandfather Dugu and Aunt Ye also led their clans to join without hesitation."
"They placed such trust in me. Naturally, I cannot let them down."
"These Spirit Bones were obtained during my training in the Endless Sea. I personally hunted hundred-thousand-year Spirit Beasts to acquire them."
Ning Fengzhi's face stiffened in embarrassment.
He could clearly hear Ye Yu's unspoken words: Dugu Yan, Ye Lingling, Dugu Bo, and the Nine-Hearted Begonia Clan had all shown faith and support. Therefore, Ye Yu repaid them with treasures, even hundred-thousand-year Spirit Bones.
But the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan? Since they had withheld their support, they naturally had no share.
At least, not for now.
"Yan Yan, this one is yours."
"Lingling, this one is for you."
Smiling warmly, Ye Yu handed the Spirit Bones out one by one right in front of Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong.
To Dugu Yan, whose Martial Soul had evolved into the Six-Headed Scarlet Phosphor Dragon—a fire-elemental dragon with poisonous bloodline—he gave the left leg bone of the Nightmare Purgatory Unicorn, imbued with fire and spiritual attributes.
He also gave her the skull of a hundred-thousand-year Sacred Illusion Demon Ape.
With its illusory abilities, the skull's Spirit Bone Skill would allow her to trap enemies in hallucinations, leaving them wide open for her venomous Spirit Abilities. The synergy was perfect.
As for Ye Lingling, a life-attribute healer of the Nine-Hearted Begonia Clan, her needs were entirely different.
To her, Ye Yu gave three treasures: the skull of a hundred-thousand-year Purple Spirit Wolf, the left leg bone of the ten-thousand-year Soft Bone Rabbit from Xiao Wu's sacrifice, and the torso bone of the Three-Headed Sea Demon Serpent.
The wolf skull would provide weakening abilities, the Soft Bone Rabbit bone offered instant teleportation, and the serpent torso bone granted either poison or clone-based skills.
All excellent for self-protection and counterattacks—perfect for Lingling.
On the side, watching Ye Yu distribute hundred-thousand-year Spirit Bones so casually, Ning Fengzhi could only drown in regret.
How could he have been so blind?!