My Descendants Are My Power

This elder, who had led Blackwood for over fifty years, appeared middle-aged but was actually eighty years old. Time had deepened his eyes, giving him an ethereal aura that made him seem like a majestic mountain.

"Being in seclusion felt like the blink of an eye."

Watching the words above Nathan's head, Ethan slowly opened his historical information to see Nathan's gains.

[Blackwood Year 55, amidst his seclusion, he reminisced about the days of struggle within his family, wrestling with wild boars, wandering in the forest, and the killings over the past fifty-plus years, his traits undergoing some transformation.]

[Year 58, watching his descendants grow, Nathan gradually realized that the days of constant fighting would become the past, and what he needed now was to gain greater strength to protect his descendants.]

[Year 61, after a grand ceremony and witnessing the emergence of the fourth generation, he finally understood the significance of being the first-generation family head, his traits changed—]

[Traits: Wild Boar Slayer, Forest Huntsman transformed into—]

[Family Guardian!]

[When battling enemies, all attributes increase by 100%, and when the family is cultivating psychic powers, the speed of cultivating psychic powers increases by 20%!]

[Year 63, Nathan had an epiphany, ready to break through the peak of Emerging Ability.]

"Truly a man who could slaughter his way through Mystic Boar Forest."

Ethan gave Nathan a thumbs up.

Nathan knocked on Luna's Psychic Sanctuary, shouting, "Wife, it's time to come out. You've been in seclusion without the kids for years now, and frankly, you've been quite the irresponsible grandma."

It wasn't long before Luna's voice, filled with dissatisfaction, echoed from the Psychic Sanctuary. "Irresponsible? Those kids breed faster than rabbits. I can't even tell who's who anymore. You know, as the head of the family, you should understand that we're getting old. It's not possible to be close with every child."

The Psychic Sanctuary opened, and Luna appeared, looking younger than ever. The white hair she had grown over the past few years from raising children had turned black again.

Especially outside her Psychic Sanctuary, where it was now filled with fox dens. The foxes, upon seeing Luna, bowed as if they were in the presence of a deity.

Nathan understood Luna's words. It wasn't just Luna; as he aged, he too felt a growing distance from the newer generations of their descendants.

He didn't dwell on the closeness between the couple and their great-grandson, instead, he pointed to the thousands of foxes outside Luna's Psychic Sanctuary and blinked, "Wife, these foxes outside your Psychic Sanctuary..."

"Head of the family, let's see which one of us breaks through in Developing Skill first," Luna said with a smile, her eyes curving downwards.

"Come on, aside from the fox inside you, your main body hasn't even reached the peak of Foundational Energy yet," Nathan rolled his eyes.

But Ethan, observing their conversation, didn't feel the same way. He clicked on Luna's profile.

[Blackwood Year 61, a fox sensed the presence of the Fox Master and came to worship.]

[100 foxes came to worship...]

[Luna gradually meets the conditions of the Fox Master.]

[Progress of Ten Thousand Foxes Worshiping—13%]

Luna had found a way to break through by becoming a Fox Master. As more and more foxes came to worship, and once she met the condition of possessing a Demon King's Blood Pill, Luna's life-bound psychic beast could transform into a Demon King!

All that was missing now was the Demon King's Blood Pill.

However, she didn't discuss it further with Nathan, planning to surprise him.

Soon after, the couple walked towards a clearing near the Silver Iron Forest. The ground there was covered with sword marks, and iron swords encircled the area. The wind passing through would carry the sound of the swords' hum.

Outside the sword formation, both could feel the sharp sword energy emanating from deep within.

"Lucas's sword intent..." Nathan's face lit up with a smile, "Good, good, good. This child has a heavy heart for killing, but after nearly ten years of seclusion and sword cultivation, there's no longer such violent murderous intent in this sword intent. That's a good thing."

Over the years, Nathan was comforted by Lucas's growth and his filial piety. He still remembered how the boy had ventured alone into Garcia to avenge him. But as the enemies of Blackwood grew, so did Lucas's intent to kill.

Now, it seemed, a weight had been lifted from his heart.

"Dad, Mom!"

A breeze passed, and Lucas appeared before his parents. Though nearly sixty, he still looked youthful, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes. Now, there was more tranquility in his gaze. However, as he bowed in greeting, his eyes occasionally darted elsewhere, sharp as a sword blade, and a leaf was cut through by the wind.

[After years of seclusion cultivating psychic powers and practicing over ten sword techniques, Lucas began to abandon his previous sword techniques, focusing on basic swordsmanship.]

[He began to understand that a sword is not only about killing moves or blinding Sword Glow; swordsmanship should be simple.]

[After observing hundreds of swords for nearly a decade, Lucas realized that a long sword must have psychic abilities to be wielded as if it were part of one's own body.]

[His profession transformed, from a swordsman to—]

[Sword Sect!]

[Interacting with the sword, holding the sword, his psychic power and combat power increase by 100%!]

In Ethan's view, Lucas becoming a Sword Sect was a natural progression.

On Earth too, equivalent to a master of swordsmanship, each individual has a unique understanding of sword techniques, with the most significant feature being the creation of their own sword technique.

As these three emerged from seclusion, Julian's wife Mary also broke through her own barriers.

From a distance, in Gratitude Village, Julian arrived with eight descendants of the Blackwood family.

His left arm, a shiny silver prosthetic, was particularly eye-catching. After he finished crafting the psychic puppet, he lost the fervor he once had in the forge and returned to his carefree self.

Just look at the laid-back nature of the Blackwood sons; you can tell exactly who they got it from.

"Dad, Mom, big brother, sister-in-law, haha, come check out my arm. Losing an arm has its perks!"

"Now our family won't ever have to worry about missing arms or legs again!"

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