My Descendants Are My Power

[Thunderfire Demon Cave]

Inside the Psychic Sanctuary where Amelia resided, she was still being supported by a giant tree, having been in a deep slumber for so long that the recent visitors to the Thunderfire Demon Cave, both demon cultivators and righteous warriors, had only heard of the existence of the saintess and the desperate apothecary.

"Sigh!"

Inside the cave, suddenly, without any wind, Amelia, still wearing her mask, opened her eyes, staring intently at the Psychic Position floating before her, shining brilliantly!

"Forebearer, your child understands, your child has recovered, and now—"

"Homecoming!"

As her gentle words fell, the entire cave burst into life, just as it had when Amelia had sacrificed years of her life to cultivate psychic powers, with vibrant flowers and plants sprouting from the decayed ground!

...

In the cave where thunder and lava converged.

The Psychic Position was glowing!

"Clang!"

Julian, who was forging with a massive hammer, paused mid-air. He lifted his sweaty, bald head, sweat dripping down his neck onto his muscular upper body, his muscles outlined smoothly.

"Druid? Forebearer, worry not, whatever it is, your child will smash it all!"

Julian set down his hammer and walked toward the end of the cave.

As he slowly turned around.

Behind him, rows of psychic puppets opened their eyes, their eyes reflecting the cave's lava, like stars in the night sky!

...

In the central area of the Thunderfire Demon Cave, atop the palace built by Daniel.

Daniel was half-reclining in his seat, supporting his head with the back of his hand...

Very flamboyant.

Now, he appeared to be the oldest among the Blackwood men, his white hair lightly falling over his shoulders, his face lined with wrinkles, sporting a white goatee.

Next to his seat, the Psychic Position lit up.

"Druid?"

Daniel squinted his eyes, his voice deep yet indifferent, "Forebearer, with your child here, no druid shall cross our family's land."

"The Thirty-Six Celestial Warriors."

"The Demon Hunters Alliance of the twelve righteous paths."

"Attend!"

As his words fell, figures began to fill the great hall within the cave, lining up on either side, bowing respectfully.

"By the command of the Demon Lord!"

...

Time slowly passed.

Ethan watched the descendants of Blackwood return home, proud. His descendants had wandered abroad for many years, leaving their legends on this land!

He still remembered.

Years ago, the offspring of Blackwood had sworn to him that one day they would return to their ancestral lands openly and honorably.

Over the years, they had always strived to return home.

They had endured hardships, never forsaking their Blackwood identity.

Now.

They would unite, ready to face the imminent enemy!

Atop Gratitude Village.

At this moment, only Edward, Donna, and two Buddhist disciples were at home.

Inside Gratitude Village, everyone was ready with their weapons, gazing into the distance, the ground trembling!

Dennis was sweating profusely.

His peak Developing Skill aura could feel the legendary druids approaching from all directions, seeing in the distance giant Energy Stone beings stomping the ground. Although Gratitude Village had developed over the years, it was as fragile as paper in the face of such power.

"Sixteen thousand people, sixteen thousand druids."

Dennis closed his eyes tightly. Although he had learned much about the druids from Stephen, he had never imagined facing so many terrifying druids.

In the face of such a vast force, any Competent Force would likely only struggle to survive under their sect's great formation.

Inside Gratitude Village.

There were over a hundred thousand civilians, all trembling, feeling the oppressive force of the druids.

"Grandpa Dennis, it's okay."

Nicholas forced a smile, having prepared the villagers of Gratitude Village with weapons and formations, but everything still seemed so fragile. Hope shone in his eyes, "I believe our elders will definitely make it back in time!"

"Mm."

Dennis nodded slightly, remembering a time when he too had believed that the crazy eccentrics of Blackwood would return and show those druids a thing or two!

But before that, he had also prepared to sacrifice his life to ensure Nicholas and Helen could escape.

At this moment, Blackwood was like a cloud-covered land.

Suddenly, Dennis and everyone else's expressions changed as a Druid Psychic, riding a stone eagle, approached, holding a staff and laughing loudly at the people inside Gratitude Village.

As a scout in the Transcendent Seed stage, he could sense from the messages transmitted by The Oracle Chamber that Blackwood, daring to contend against the entire Cloudview County, was nothing but a laughable joke.

Look at this so-called blood-stained family's residence, with only one Developing Skill Psychic!

Look at their formations, merely six eighth-grade and one seventh-grade formations.

They were even... using ridiculous crossbows!

"O great Sacrificer, this place is nothing but..."

The chieftain shouted to the heavens.

He was still laughing, but his laughter froze at that moment.

Everyone in Gratitude Village stared blankly at the scene outside the town.

"Haven't you heard from the people of Cloudview County that the Blackwood clan, when scattered, can suppress all directions, and when united, are an indestructible rock?"

"Do you, a mere Transcendent Seed, dare to shout outside our clan's territory?"

The mocking voice echoed in his ears.

The Transcendent Seed scout looked down in terror.

Blood, soaked his garment.

The body of the Druid scout fell from the sky, still gripped by terror.

At that moment, everyone in Gratitude Village looked up, their eyes widening from a momentary daze to full alertness.

Their hearts began to pound fiercely.

In the distance, they could see the massive figures of the Giant Rock Psychics, dust covering all directions around Gratitude Village. They even saw the head of a hundred-meter-tall Giant Rock Psychic, a being they had never encountered before.

But now, they felt a deep sense of peace, a peace so profound that their lips curled into smiles, uncontrollably turning into expressions of frenzy and joy.

"They... they're back!" Dennis shouted, though his voice was faint, drowned out by the distant giants' thunderous roars.

Yet, in the minds of all the elders of Gratitude Village, these words emerged uncontrollably, just as they had when they had bid farewell to the Blackwood people from Gratitude Village, who had fled in times of peril.

But everyone in Gratitude Village had always believed that one day, they would break through the darkness and return in glory under the sunlight!

Suddenly, everyone's gaze was captured by a burst of light.

Instinctively, they all looked up at the sky above Blackwood.

With a thunderous roar, the Primordial Blood Tree that once stood in Gratitude Village returned!

Just like that winter day, red snow began to fall from the sky!

The snowflakes gathered, a manifestation of the Primordial Blood Tree's power.

A line of giant words covered the sky, overshadowing all other brilliance in the world—

Blackwood!

They reached out to catch the red snow, feeling the warmth spread through their bodies, and then they all knelt facing the outskirts of the town, looking up at the figures above.

"May Blackwood shine for eternity!"

"Welcome Blackwood—"

"—Home!"

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