My Descendants Are My Power

"See that?" A cruel smile flickered across Brody's face.

For twenty years, he had been tormented by the Blackwoods.

For twenty years, he had shared in the suffering of his captured projections as they endured the Blackwoods' tortures.

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Now, it was time for these clowns to learn their place.

"Nothing you do matters!" Brody taunted.

"You Blackwoods are no different from all the others who dared to oppose us. You're all just stepping stones on the Heavenly Path's rise to power!"

"Go to hell!" Donna roared, her body once again bathed in celestial lightning.

The Buddha-Demon Disk and the Thunder Forged Adamantine Body activated, pushing her strength even further.

This time, she was withstanding 60% of the lightning tribulation's full power, the absolute limit of what she could handle!

She had never pushed herself this far, not even when facing the eighteenth-ranked Pinnacle Apprentice.

Exceeding her limits would have disastrous consequences.

"I don't care about your precious Heavenly Path, or how invincible you think you are! You will pay for what you did to my people!"

Donna's speed and strength surged.

Brody's expression shifted.

He had been toying with her before, effortlessly deflecting her attacks.

But now... this unknown girl was actually dodging his spear!

...

[Special Event - Defend Amber Hill]

[Your descendant, Donna, is fighting alongside cultivators from Azure Cloud to protect Chuck. They are under attack by multiple Heavenly Path Venerable projections from the imperial court.]

Ethan stared at the pale blue screen, his expression grave.

Even though he wasn't present at Amber Hill, he knew the impossible odds Donna and their friends from Azure Cloud faced.

They were outnumbered, outmatched, facing an enemy they could not defeat.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Meanwhile, in other corners of the world, his other descendants were also fighting for their lives!

[Radiant Sky Grotto]

[Your descendant's wife, Helen, is taking advantage of the distraction caused by the events at Amber Hill. While the imperial nobles are preoccupied, she has contacted Owen and infiltrated Radiant Sky Grotto to rescue Julian.]

Inside Radiant Sky Grotto, disguised as a servant girl with Owen's help, Helen finally met up with Julian.

"Great Grandfather!" Helen bowed deeply.

Julian, reduced to performing menial labor, stood in the mystical beast enclosure, pitchfork in hand...

Seeing her great grandfather in such a sorry state brought tears to Helen's eyes.

When had he ever suffered such humiliation in Azure Cloud?

"We have to get you out of here, Great Grandfather," she said, her voice firm.

"We can't stay in this dreadful place any longer."

"It's not that simple." Julian smiled sadly, tossing the pitchfork aside.

He led Helen away from the enclosure.

"General Owen getting you in here was already a risk. Those bastards have Radiant Sky Grotto on lockdown. The moment I step outside, they'll know."

He led her to the heart of Radiant Sky Grotto, to the facility where the AI Bionic Robots were manufactured.

The building was heavily guarded.

"This is where Radiant Sky Grotto manufactures the Iron Army for the Emerald Emperor," Julian said, his voice low.

"Inside, there are countless AI Bionic Robots, all sealed away. You are a rising star in Formation Mastery. Once you unlock the formations, you'll have only a few precious moments, perhaps thirty minutes at most, to seize as many AI Bionic Robots as you can."

"Leave the rest to me." Julian turned, his gaze sweeping across Radiant Sky Grotto.

In the shadows, points of light flickered.

A savage grin spread across his shaved head.

"I'm going to blow these bastards who treated me like trash to kingdom come!"

Meanwhile...

At the foot of Kylin Mountain, outside Sunshine Mansion...

Benjamin, who had spent years searching for opportunities, had erected an altar.

Upon it rested the Psychic Position of the Forebearer.

Behind him stood a young man, bare-chested, his body covered in demonic markings.

He carried a greatsword that pulsed with dark energy.

"Begin, descendant," the Lord of Frenzied Blood intoned, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword.

Benjamin nodded curtly.

He had spotted the psychics guarding Sunshine Mansion approaching, their expressions furious.

Ignoring them, he watched as the Lord of Frenzied Blood unleashed a torrent of demonic energy, charging towards the oncoming guards.

Benjamin dropped to his knees, bowing before the Psychic Position.

"Forebearer, after two hundred and fifty years, your unworthy descendant begs for your blessing! Descend upon this world!"

Ethan's eyes narrowed as words appeared on the translucent panel before him.

[Your descendant is performing a sacrificial ritual...]

[Do you wish to bestow your blessing upon your descendant?]

...

Panoram State.

Ten years had passed since Adam and his son, Alexander, had emerged victorious from the battle that had raged across the seas.

They stood on the deck of their flagship, anchored off the coast.

Their original fleet of eight ships had been lost in the storm, their crews lost at sea.

But by some twist of fate, they had stumbled upon the Undying Pirate Ship, an eighth-grade artifact.

Now, they ruled a sizable portion of Panoram State's waters.

Over a hundred ships flew their flag, and no psychic in the south dared to set sail without their permission.

The psychics of Panoram State called them "The Sea King" and "The Son of the Sea."

But such titles meant little to them.

They stood on the deck of their ship, the sea breeze whipping at their clothes, their gazes fixed on the distant horizon, towards their homeland.

Years at sea had changed Adam.

He still wore his eyepatch, but he had traded his rough clothes for finer garments.

He had matured, his features hardened by the harsh realities of life at sea and the countless battles he had fought.

Perhaps it was the contrast with his former life, but now that he had access to luxury, he had developed a taste for cleanliness.

He wore a magnificent golden robe, his hair long and well-kept.

He looked less like a weathered pirate and more like a wealthy merchant, his words tinged with a hint of pretentiousness.

"Alexander, we are like the waves, and Panoram State is but a rocky shore. No matter how solid those rocks may seem, one day, they too will be swallowed by the endless ocean."