My Descendants Are My Power

Ethan hesitated for a moment, his heart was truly enormous. The demonic energy from the Demon Lord of yesteryears had transformed into a blood pool, and it had been accumulating for twenty thousand years. Who knows if it was still within its shelf life? What would happen if one were to lie down in it?

While Ethan was pondering this, the second generation of Blackwoods knelt before his cards. It was the first time Ethan had seen these seven guys look so serious. In the past, they might have even posed with his cards pretending to transform into Ultraman.

"Forebearer, Thomas thinks it's worth a try."

"I feel the same."

"The child feels an irresistible temptation; just a dip could greatly enhance our powers. The child also knows the risks of becoming demonized."

The words exchanged among them were serious.

But what truly moved Ethan was something Kevin said.

"The child is not afraid of becoming demonized. We know about the situation at our second aunt's place. There are many demons there, and isn't that more interesting than those so-called righteous sects? At least, the demons didn't kill Grandpa Pig Pete."

"Big brother joined the Sky Sect, and for decades, the Sky Sect kept telling him to sever worldly ties, but big brother considered their words nonsense. My seven brothers can do the same, so what if we become demonized? Besides..."

"Mr. Dennis from the Cloudrise Oceanview Pavilion predicted for us seven brothers that we are inherently stubborn and of mediocre talent. We are not like our grandparents, not like our four elders, nor like our eldest and second brothers. If there's no opportunity in this lifetime, even dying wouldn't get us past the Transcendent Seed stage."

"The child doesn't want to stay in the Transcendent Seed stage; the child wants to challenge the Azure Cloud Pavilion. If anyone dares to say no, then we, the second generation of Blackwoods, will slap them hard!"

The seven of them stared intently at the cards.

Thomas's eyes were bloodshot, "Forebearer, this is the only chance for us seven brothers to personally avenge Grandpa Pig Pete!"

That was the truth.

For the sake of revenge, what harm was there in becoming demonized?

Seeing the stubborn expressions on the faces of the second generation of Blackwoods, Ethan suddenly realized that despite their decades of age, having been childish all their lives, it was finally time for them to grow up.

Ethan sighed deeply and finally drew a 'yes' in front of the seven brothers with the Forebearer Cards.

Watching the seven brothers walk towards the blood pool and resolutely soak in it, Ethan squinted his eyes.

"Just soak, fear nothing. We're going to erase the memories of the entire Cloudview County, are we still afraid of a demon emerging from our home?"

"Soak vigorously!"

As he spoke, Ethan's voice became ethereal and distant, "If Boar Monarch Pete were still here, he would definitely say the same, let you guys soak well and grow up fast, right?"

...

As the seven brothers entered the blood pool, Ethan began to wait for the expected developments. The current Blackwood clan members were numerous:

- Fourth generation: 32 people

- Fifth generation: 6 people

- Total members: 52 people

This count didn't even include their spouses or sons-in-law. Ethan had to keep an eye on their situations at all times.

[Your descendant Larry has entered the Swamp Forest. Under the protection of her parents and the care of her elder brother, she, who was once frail, encountered bloodshed for the first time. She fought against exotic beasts and struggled against the ever-changing weather, barely surviving the poisonous miasma of the Swamp Forest time and again.]

[As you repeatedly healed her with 'Forebearer's Embrace,' her physique grew stronger, and she gradually mastered the 'Beast Mastery' passed down from her great-grandmother, the 'Medical Compendium' from her second great-aunt, and various family techniques and martial skills, becoming increasingly adept at surviving in the Swamp Forest.]

[Trait gained—Swamp Walker!]

[Moving effortlessly through the swamp, she will become the most graceful psychic in the marsh.]

In the scene, a pretty girl dressed in animal skins and barefoot stood on a protruding rock in the middle of the swamp, her eyes, wild as a beast's, scanning her surroundings for opportunities, much like a crocodile.

She gripped her spear tightly, leaped forward, and plunged it into the head of the beast leader, severing the crocodile's head. Holding the crocodile's head aloft, she roared skyward, surveying the surrounding crocodiles, "Submit, or..."

"Die!!!"

[Your descendant Larry has gained the submission of the Swamp Crocodiles.]

[Trait gained: Crocodile Queen]

[All crocodiles in the Swamp Forest will feel intimidated by her and gradually submit.]

Standing on the back of a crocodile, Larry headed towards a distant area rich in psychic energy, clutching the Forebearer Cards in her arms, she felt reassured, "With the Forebearer's blessing, I fear nothing. Next, it's time to face that psychic crocodile."

...

It was a vast lake shimmering with sparkling waves, yet eerily, at the center of this lake, the water was completely still, without a single ripple. A bird flying over it seemed to be crushed by an invisible force, plummeting rapidly into the lake's depths.

That was the true Deepheart Lake.

During a calm moment at Deepheart Lake,

"Splash!"

Suddenly, a man burst forth from the surface of the lake, bare-skinned and riding a flying sword, hovering as if weighed down by a heavy burden, his waist bent, dripping with a mix of water and sweat.

Forebearer Cards emerged from his Storage Ring, floating beside him. He managed a weak smile towards the Cards.

"Forebearer, I've seen it, there's treasure in Deepheart Lake!"

"It's a turtle shell covered in runes. The Divine Tree was right; the immense pressure in Deepheart Lake is all because of that shell."

"It's noticed me, it seems to be telling me, 'If you can carry me ashore, I will acknowledge you as my master!'"

Watching the excited Justin on the screen, Ethan couldn't muster any enthusiasm. Each 'Embrace of the Forebearer' cost 100 Spiritual Tributes, capable of healing the severe injuries of an Iron Will Psychic.

He had already saved this grandson from the brink of death nearly fifty times.