Hearing Creation Saint's words, Chen Ye knelt on the ground, an inexplicable ache rising in his heart, tinged with a sorrow he could not put into words.
"Ancestor, since your remnant soul still exists, is there any way to revive you? If there is, I'm willing to devote my entire life to helping you return!"
The Creation Ancestor paused at those words. Seeing the tears glimmering in Chen Ye's eyes, he said with relief, "At least you have some filial devotion, brat. But there's no need. My lifespan ran out countless years ago. Even a Dou Di could do nothing about it."
"I lived long enough and have no lingering attachments. It's only you descendants who have suffered. Consider my inheritance a small compensation."
With that, Creation Saint waved his hand, and a passage of white light appeared at the far end of the hall.
"Go. My inheritance lies within. Once you receive it, I hope you won't disgrace your ancestor's mighty name."
Chen Ye glanced at his ancestor, then at the passage of white light, before finally turning to Xiao Yu and the two women.
Xiao Yu smiled faintly. "Old Chen, go ahead. Isn't this what you came for? Don't worry about us. Just take care of your business."
Chen Ye nodded. "Brother Yu, words of thanks can't repay such kindness. Half of everything in this hall is yours. Take whatever you like. I don't know how long this will take. If you can't wait, leave without me. I'll come find you afterward, and we'll have a proper drink together."
Even Medusa and Yun Yun regarded Chen Ye more highly after hearing that. What remarkable generosity.
A trace of approval flashed deep in Creation Saint's eyes as well. This descendant of his was not entirely without merit. He had