Fang Yun rose and flew toward the spacetime passage. The ancestors instinctively withdrew their power and returned to speaking as normal people did.
Emperor Source opened her eyes and shifted behind Fang Yun, protecting him all along.
Di Ji looked at Fang Yun and said, "How much do you know about artifact refining?"
Though Fang Yun was not proficient in artifact refining, he possessed the Mountain Bearer Inheritance, the Dragon Race Stone Carvings, and books from the Craftsmen School. In terms of theoretical knowledge of artifact refining, he was absolutely among the foremost in the Myriad Worlds.
"Far beyond all of you."
After saying that, Fang Yun even shook his head slightly. The races of the Myriad Worlds were all the same now. Aside from ancient wonders and certain innate treasures, nearly every acquired treasure they forged was crude beyond measure—without precise ratios, refining techniques, control of heat, or exact regulation. They went against the properties of Divine Materials and were cobbled together entirely through brute force.
"Then refine one and let me see!"
It was one thing for this child to steal his battle merit, but now he was even being looked down upon in artifact refining. Di Ting refused to accept it.
Fang Yun had long suspected that he was the Thunder Ancestor, so he showed no courtesy. "I've seen your Fierce Thunder Cliff. It's battered and broken—you ruined a perfectly good innate treasure. Give me some materials and lend me your power, and I can casually raise its might by at least fifty percent!"
"You... is that any way to speak to a Saint Ancestor?" Di Ting was so furious that his nose nearly crooked. Saint Ancestors might indulge children, but not like this.
"I am now the Emperor Race Tutor. My status is equal to yours,