My Descendants Are My Power

[Abilities:Fruit Bearing,Omens,Blood Realm Formation...]

Ethan was also observing the Primordial Blood Tree.Due to the issues with the Boar Monarch Pete,he hadn\'t had the time to check on the growth of this blood tree.

[Fruit Bearing:Blooms and bears fruit every hundred years.All blood trees in Blackwood are its offspring.The Primordial Fruits it bears,twenty in total,significantly enhance psychic abilities and randomly increase Psychic Constitution values.]

[Omens:Can reveal a strand of fate of Blackwood\'s descendants,limited to one-time use.If the power of omens is used again,it will consume a great amount of blood energy and the cost will be in lifespan.]

[Blood Realm Formation:Possesses the power of a seventh-grade magical formation.]

The Primordial Blood Tree surveyed the second generation of Blackwoods,listening to Thomas\'s words.

Its eyes turned towards the Forebearer\'s shrine.

[The Primordial Blood Tree is asking if you would like to respond.]

[Yes]

Ethan made his choice without hesitation.

Response received.

The voice of the Primordial Blood Tree was deep.

"United as seven,perhaps you should head to the Pine Temple,where there is a bronze bell.Ring it."

The seven looked at each other,then bowed towards the Primordial Blood Tree.

They glanced back at the many descendants behind them,without a word,knowing that these younger ones should understand.

If such matters arise and the younger generation cannot be inspired to move forward and strive in cultivating psychic powers,then it would truly be questionable if they were of their lineage.

After speaking a few words to the younger ones,they left home.

Subsequently,one by one,the younger ones stepped forward.

Their eyes were red,showing a defiance like that of mystical beasts,though they had never experienced hardships.The education from Boar Monarch Pete from their childhood had already influenced them.

They too were asking the Primordial Blood Tree.

The Primordial Blood Tree could clearly see that the days to come would be soaked in blood,so they hoped that some of this blood on the land would be from their enemies they had slain,perhaps the only thing they could do for Boar Monarch Pete.

Let Boar Monarch Pete know,these descendants had never lost face for him,nor for the family,and the Forebearer!

Their anger should be like a spark that sets the prairie ablaze!

"Larry,have you thought it through?"

"I have thought it through!"

"Then you should head to the swampy jungles in the nearby barbaric lands to the south.I see it,I hear it,your body is bleeding,you are in agony."

"I,Justin,have also thought it through!"

"Deep Heart Lake...perhaps you may never return."

"Jessica!"

"Go,marry into the Jones family of Cloudview County under a concealed identity,you will kill your husband."

"..."

The descendants of Blackwood,each one of them,were embracing the future foretold by the Primordial Blood Tree—a future fraught with danger.Yet,they chose to face it head-on,with not a single one backing down.Ethan watched quietly.

On this day,these Blackwood descendants,who had never faced hardship before,grew up overnight.They became fearless,truly embodying the form that the Boar Monarch Pete had hoped for.

Perhaps they didn\'t inherit the bloodline of the Boar Monarch Pete,but each one of them carried his memories and will—just as they had learned to stand up again after falling as children,or how they straightened their own noses after being broken by siblings.

That night.

Nathan and Luna stood in the Forebearer\'s shrine.

They handed over the Forebearer Cards to the children,watching as the kids tucked the Cards into their chests,bid farewell to their families,and stepped out the door.

The future might claim their lives on their quest for power,but the couple was still content.

Nathan bowed towards the plaque of the Boar Monarch Pete,"Boar Monarch Pete,you see,none of my Blackwood children are weaklings.You once hoped that my children would fill the Silver Iron Forest,and that day will come.Until then..."

"The children of Blackwood will carry endless glory,marking the Silver Iron Forest,right in front of your grave."

"I swear to you,down in the netherworld,you can proudly boast to anyone that these kids were raised by you."

Then.

He knelt before the Forebearer\'s Cards,"Forebearer,your children will not disappoint you either.They are carrying all of Blackwood forward,striving towards the future!Any enemy will bleed beneath the feet of my Blackwood!"

That night.

The wives and sons-in-law of these children stood outside the home,watching as their husbands and wives departed,tears in their eyes.They had tried to stop them before,but no longer,because the departing clan members had spoken of a benevolent elder in the Silver Iron Forest who wished them to be eagles,to be hunting dogs.

They should be even stronger.To be Jiaolong,to be fierce tigers,they are the proud people of Blackwood,and even if they can\'t become qualified husbands and wives,please forgive their pride,for they are children raised on the back of the Boar Monarch Pete!

...

[Your descendant,the second generation of Blackwoods,is heading to the Pine Temple.]

[Larry is heading to the Swamp Forest.]

[Justin is heading to the Deepheart Lake.]

[...]

One by one,these notifications caught Ethan\'s eye,and he finally laughed heartily.

On the map,the descendants of Blackwood were like buds about to bloom,flourishing in all directions beyond Blackwood.

The years of effort by the Boar Monarch Pete were not in vain.The children of Blackwood,carrying the will of the Boar Monarch Pete,were spreading out.They did not disappoint the Boar Monarch Pete!

Before.

It was the Boar Monarch Pete who carried the children everywhere,but now,the children of Blackwood,bearing the hatred and beliefs of the Boar Monarch Pete,were also running beyond Blackwood.

"Sigh."

Ethan let out a long breath.

As time accelerated,the lingering sound of George\'s piano,and the first light of Dawn began to dispel the darkness,illuminating all of Blackwood,making it thrive.

Suddenly,Blackwood quieted down,like a suppressed volcano,or a hidden blade,ready to reveal its sharp edge at any moment.