My Descendants Are My Power

With just a subtle surge of his psychic powers,Marcus's aura shifted,causing Neil's expression to change dramatically.

"You...You've already broken through?!"

Marcus could now wield natural energies!

If not for the Heavenly Path Psychic Sanctuary's barrier,which masked his presence from the heavens,Marcus's thunder tribulation would have already descended upon them.

Nine fiery lotuses materialized around his ethereal form,bathing him in an inferno of mystical flames,transforming him into a veritable fire god.

Behind him,the Sky Palace transformed into his spectral projection,a breathtaking tapestry woven with constellations and celestial bodies.

The Azurewood Branch,now residing within the Sky Palace,unfurled as countless vines,surging forth with fiery tendrils.

The Heavenly Path Tear,taking the form of a colossal,hundred-foot-tall Asura warrior,emerged from the depths of the Sky Palace,its grotesque visage contorted in a fearsome roar directed at Neil.

Even Marcus's duster was no ordinary artifact.

The bristles of the duster were consumed by the flames that enveloped him,transforming the handle into a blazing spear,its length extending far beyond its original form.

So much for the transcendent,otherworldly Daoist!

It was all a facade!

Marcus,after all,had inherited Lucas's fiery spirit.

In that moment,he was possessed by the same fervor he had displayed years ago within the Sky Sect,when he stood before a multitude,spear in hand,a blazing inferno consuming his enemies.

But now,he was far more powerful!

"You've always spoken of choices,of how every step in life is a crossroads,and a single misstep can lead to eternal damnation!"Marcus roared,his spear thrust forward,igniting the sky with fiery clouds.

His eyes burned with the same intensity as the flames that danced around him.

"Now,I offer you a choice:Submit to the Blackwoods,or..."

"I will unleash upon you an eternity of suffering!!!"

As his words echoed through the air,the flames intensified,the Asura warrior formed from the Heavenly Path Tear charged towards Neil with a deafening roar,and fiery vines erupted from Marcus's surroundings,their tendrils reaching out like fiery serpents.

Neil,initially stunned by Marcus's newfound power,recovered from her shock.

A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she watched Marcus,his form ablaze.

A playful smirk spread across her face as she effortlessly raised her gold coin,deflecting the Asura warrior's colossal fist,the fiery vines,and Marcus's spear with a single,graceful movement.

"Interesting.Are all Blackwoods this arrogant?"Neil inquired,her voice laced with amusement.

Her red lips curled into a condescending smile.

"The Ninth Heavenly Tribulation?What of it?Even if you had fully endured its trials,you would still be no match for me.And yet,here you are,untested by its fires,daring to challenge me?"

"A frog at the bottom of a well cannot fathom the vastness of the ocean.I must admit,I admire your courage.However..."

"Courage alone is simply not enough.You are no different from those two pathetic fools from the Parker family."

With a flick of her wrist,the grinding wheel,the gold coin,and the treasure basin reappeared,radiating immense power.

Neil's golden silk robe shimmered as Marcus's flames washed over her,their heat barely enough to ruffle her silken garments.

She stood before him,an ethereal goddess gazing down upon a mere mortal consumed by his own hubris.

A surge of excitement coursed through Neil.

For years,she had kept her true power hidden,a secret known only to herself.

Now,finally,she had an opportunity to unleash a fraction of her true might,to make Marcus,this insignificant ant,tremble before her like a god.

What could be more exhilarating?

Once she had seized all of Marcus's opportunities,she would be free to challenge Kyle for supremacy within the Heavenly Path Psychic Sanctuary!

Yet,facing Neil,who seemed to stand on the other side of an insurmountable chasm,Marcus felt no fear,only an unyielding determination.

The Asura warrior,his spectral projection,had been shattered by the onslaught of golden rain.

His flames couldn't even melt Neil's gold coin,and the Azurewood Branch's vines were scattered like ashes,their power negated.

Still,he pressed forward,his spirit unbroken.

Words were unnecessary.

For years,he had never felt so alive,so free.

He had always been plagued by fear and self-doubt.

His mother,Karen's,betrayal,her theft of their family's treasures,had left him feeling unworthy.

His defeat at the hands of Elder Felix of the Sky Sect,his fall into Wesley Daoist's insidious trap,the near-death experience of Boar Monarch Pete–these events had haunted him for centuries,making him wary of conflict.

He had treaded carefully around the powerful factions of Azure Cloud,always mindful of the precarious balance of power.

He had approached the Duke's Mansion with caution,and even the arrival of the Druids had not spurred him to reckless action.

But now...

He looked down at the flames that flickered around him,their intensity waning with each failed assault.

And he remembered the Forebearer's words.

Within the Heavenly Path Psychic Sanctuary,he was the eldest of the Blackwoods.

He had no reason to hesitate,no reason to fear.

His people were depending on him.

He had to stand his ground!

"Sky Palace,lend me your strength!Help me vanquish my foe!!!"

...

Meanwhile,atop a mystical mountain imbued with celestial energy,cranes soared through the sky,their cries echoing through the air.

It was time for the ancient ritual of the Dao Discussion.

"Dong!"

A bell tolled,its sound ancient and profound,resonating through the very core of the mountain.

Deep within the mountain's heart,a young boy sat upon a lotus platform,his voice reciting ancient scriptures.

Before him,disciples clad in Daoist robes knelt in meditation,their minds absorbing the wisdom of their master's teachings.

As the bell's echo faded,the boy opened his eyes,his chanting ceasing.

The disciples rose in unison,bowing respectfully before departing,their forms shrinking into the distance until they were but specks against the horizon,their swords carrying them swiftly through the air.

Among the disciples,an elderly man with a youthful face remained,his presence requested by the boy himself.

"Grandmaster,"the elder inquired,his voice filled with reverence,"you have summoned me.What is your bidding?"

The boy,though possessing the appearance of a child,spoke with a voice that resonated with an age far beyond his years.

"One hundred and thirty thousand years ago,I departed from Azure Cloud,leaving behind the treasure known as the Sky Palace,and thus,the Sky Sect was born.Your talent is undeniable,your dedication to the Dao unwavering."

"You possess the secret treasure,the Sky Palace,and yet,after fourteen hundred years,you linger at the peak of Competent Force.You should have long since reached the Nascent Soul stage,transcended your mortal shell,and attained Basic Mastery."

Could this be Warren Daoist,the legendary cultivator who had vanished without a trace after suffering grievous injuries on his journey to the Imperial Capital?

Marcus had always been haunted by his master's disappearance.

To think that Warren Daoist had been cultivating his psychic powers in this remote location all along!

Warren Daoist could only offer a wry smile in response to the boy's words.

"Grandmaster,the Sky Palace you left behind is a truly enigmatic artifact.Each successive generation of Sky Sect leaders has inherited its guardianship,and we have adhered to your teachings,severing our worldly ties,purging ourselves of earthly desires."

"Yet,the Sky Palace remains indifferent to our efforts.I have wielded its power for many years,but aside from cultivating my psychic powers within its confines and utilizing it for defense,its true purpose eludes me."

"Foolish child!"

The boy's voice,though soft,carried a weight that sent Warren Daoist crumbling to his knees.

A sigh escaped the boy's lips as he waved his hand dismissively.

"Who filled your head with such nonsense?Who told you that the path of cultivating psychic powers requires the severance of all worldly ties?One hundred and thirty thousand years ago,when Azure Cloud faced its darkest hour,it was the unity of our Psychics,our unwavering commitment to our homeland,that saved us from annihilation."

"If we had all abandoned our earthly bonds,if we had turned our backs on Azure Cloud,do you think Cloudview County would even exist today?"

"I cannot fault you entirely.You are unaware of the events of the past,and therefore,you cannot comprehend the true nature of the Sky Palace."

As the boy spoke,a hint of longing flickered in his eyes,as if he were reminiscing about a bygone era.

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