My Descendants Are My Power

Ethan seemed to grasp its meaning through the experiences of his other Blackwood descendants...

[Your descendant, George, has spent the past decade excavating ancient Druid tombs, recovering three Druid bones and a wealth of spells, which he has sent back to the family.]

[Your third-generation Blackwood descendants have all fused with Druid bones, becoming a hybrid of human, Druid, and demonic, their cultivation simultaneously reaching the peak of Developing Skill.

Under the guidance of the spell-savvy Lord of Frenzied Blood, the third-generation Blackwoods have begun cultivating psychic spells, enhancing their physical prowess and acquiring the trait: Demonic Druid.]

[Spellcasting speed increased by 20%.]

[Your descendant, Justin, while on an adventure, discovered a location still imbued with a seventh-grade psychic vein. Your family has gathered a million Druid corpses, with the Lord of Frenzied Blood and the third-generation Blackwoods acting as Druid High Priest and priests, respectively.

Together, they offer prayers to their bloodline's faith, constructing a grand nature magic array upon the psychic vein.]

[Your descendant, Amelia, under the protection of a small amount of family destiny, has endured the ordeal of the nine-nine thunder tribulation, acquiring a single-element wood psychic constitution and the Celestial Wood Body!]

It seemed that Olivia's borrowing of destiny had been the turning point.

The Blackwood's misfortunes were slowly fading, replaced by a string of successes.

Ethan even suspected that the arrival of the two Basic Mastery experts and the relative peace enjoyed by Cloudview County in recent years were connected to the destiny Olivia brought back.

Amelia, having now broken through to the Competent Force stage, was in Glory City, secretly healing Diana.

Then there was Julian.

The Blackwood forge was a hive of activity, with psychic equipment masters hammering away at their craft.

Julian, seemingly possessed, toiled tirelessly in a blazing inferno resembling a volcano's mouth, attempting to forge a sixth-grade iron weapon.

[Your descendant, Julian, guided by Owen's teachings, has spent a decade honing his skills and can now imbue seventh-grade psychic puppets with psychic powers. Witnessing the Exploding Sky Serpent's detonation and the Azure Dragon's natural energy blasts, he has grasped the essence of explosive power. He has created psychic power-wielding puppets and self-detonating psychic puppets!]

The Blackwood psychic puppets were now a force to be reckoned with.

Imagine the devastation caused by a hundred Developing Skill level self-detonations...

His other children were also excelling.

[Your descendant, Marcus, on the verge of facing the eight-nine thunder tribulation for his breakthrough to the Competent Force stage, is searching for natural treasures imbued with the essence of mountains, rivers, and vegetation to transform the Sky Hall into a miniature world, shielding him from the tribulation. He has acquired the trait: Natural Treasure Collector.]

[For each natural treasure acquired, his strength increases by 20%.]

[Your descendant, Daniel, inspired by the Forebearer's bestowed knowledge from the "Cultivator Militia Examination Essentials," has gained insights into military training. Army training speed increased by 20%. He currently commands a cultivator army of 50,000 strong.]

Ethan observed that this army, disciplined and efficient, had been decimating the Druids in battle.

Their tactics and formations even surprised General Owen.

[Your descendant, Joseph, after a decade of relentless effort and a 10% reduction in the Heavenly Justice Hall's forces, has finally managed to curb the infighting within the Heavenly Justice Hall's Covert Branch...]

[Acquired the trait: Trouble Resolver.]

Indeed, leading a shadowy organization was no easy feat.

Ethan watched as Joseph, the lazybones, tossed and turned in his sleep.

As for Joseph's father, Edward... his life wasn't a walk in the park either.

[Your descendant, Edward, the Dark Duke of Cloudview County, faces a constant influx of "fugitives" seeking refuge from far and wide. Each day, he must personally interview every "fugitive," arrange accommodations, and engage in cunning power struggles with these desperate individuals.]

Ethan felt a pang of sympathy for the father and son, both burdened with their respective responsibilities.

At that moment, Edward sat upon his throne, a scholarly-looking man standing before him.

The scholar recounted his past, a customary practice for all newcomers.

He claimed to have fled to Cloudview County after offending those in power.

Edward's face darkened.

He slammed his fist on the table.

"I've seen countless fugitives in the past decade. Do you think you can deceive me? One flicker of your aura, and I'll know you're lying. Speak the truth!"

The scholar's face paled.

He hastily confessed, "Your Excellency, I... I was once a scholar in the imperial capital. My... my master had a dozen concubines, and I... I defiled one."

"Is that all? Not an unforgivable sin. You can join the Azure Cloud army's vanguard..."

Before Edward could finish, Jeffrey, passing by, overheard the scholar's confession.

As handsome as ever, now with forty-three wives to his name, Jeffrey stormed into the chamber, his eyes blazing with righteous fury.

"Edward, listen to your uncle! This man deserves no mercy! He dared to defile one of his master's concubines when there were only a dozen. Imagine the chaos he'd unleash in a household with dozens more! You can't possibly understand, Edward! This man deserves to be executed..."

Edward's face darkened further.

He ordered his guards to drag both his uncle and the scholar away.

[Your descendant, Jeffrey, has fathered another 22 children.]

[Your fifth-generation descendants have borne 42 children for your family.]

[Your family has expanded to the seventh generation. Please bestow names upon them.]

"Hmm?"

Ethan clicked on the notification regarding the seventh-generation children, expecting them to be in Glory City.

To his surprise, they appeared in a small fishing village...

Before his eyes...

[North Sea City - Coastal Village]

Inside a small tavern, a handsome young man lay beside a plain-looking woman, a newborn babe cradled in her arms.

A stunning woman, her beauty hidden beneath a simple apron, gazed lovingly at the family of three.

"Nicholas, did you see? We have a grandson!"

Outside the tavern, a filthy beggar rattled his meager earnings in a rusty bowl, pleading with passersby for spare change.

"Have mercy on this old man! Three years have passed, and I've gained nothing. This world is full of liars!"

"Forebearer, Adam has fathered a son. Please bestow a name upon the child."

Even the small fishing village had a modest shrine.

As night fell, Helen knelt before Ethan within the shrine.
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Ethan observed from his position.

Over the years, during his moments of respite from cultivation, he would occasionally visit this Coastal Village.

Although Helen had taken Adam away to live a simple life, the annual Forebearer Communion remained a tradition.

However, after all these years, Adam still remained unaware of his Blackwood heritage.

"Bestow a name?"

Ethan pondered for a moment.

Within the shrine, the Forebearer's psychic position rose into the air, leaving behind three characters:

Alexander.

"Thank you for bestowing the name, Forebearer!" Helen's eyes welled up with tears of joy.

Despite their simple life in the fishing village, the Forebearer continued to watch over her and her child.

She knew that if the family wished to intervene, they could easily locate them with their current power.

Ethan lingered in the village for several days, observing the family's life.

It was simple, yet filled with warmth.

At that moment, Adam sat in their humble dwelling, cradling his son with joy.

His wife lay on their bed, her gaze filled with tenderness as she watched the father and son.

"Little Alexander, little Alexander, you have a name now. Will you grow up to be the most skilled fisherman in these parts, just like your father?" Adam grinned at the babe in his arms.