My Descendants Are My Power

Now, at last, he had weathered the storm and saw the light of day!

[You have used 'Forebearer's Love' on Marcus, consuming 20 points of Spiritual Tribute!]

Ethan did not hesitate to use the level 2 skill.

"Forebearer!"

After many years, receiving the grace of the ancient ancestor again, the usually composed Marcus couldn't help but feel a lump in his throat. He took out the Forebearer cards from his chest and knelt before it,

"Seven years of arduous cultivation of psychic powers, not only did I break through with the help of my master's psychic pool, but once I break through the Developing Skill, I will find a way to lift the sect's restrictions!"

"The 'Sky Codex' that has been passed down through the Sky Sect for thousands of years will be used for our Blackwood!"

Hearing this, Ethan's expression became even gentler.

He remembered when Marcus had insisted on coming to the Sky Sect, Amelia was worried that Marcus would forget his original intentions, but Marcus had never changed!

It was just...

"My child, I have already obtained the 'Sky Codex', your intentions... you have my appreciation."

Ethan warmed his heart once more.

Soon, he saw Marcus rise.

As time flowed, Marcus had arrived outside a magnificent palace.

Here, many disciples dressed like Marcus in white robes stood in a square formation, surrounding a spacious square arena that protruded outwards, with a light screen rising straight into the sky at the edge.

Inside, eight Psychics were fighting, with elders judging beside them.

[The Sky Sect is holding its once-in-a-decade outer gate martial contest, to allow elders to assess the disciples' potential and take them as apprentices!]

"What is he doing here?"

Ethan furrowed his brows, thinking of Marcus's master's tragic death outside and Marcus's own oppressive experiences upon returning to the sect, Ethan's mouse quietly moved to the position of the Forebearer cards.

"Twelve years of cultivating the heart, even Patrick Star would have his edges worn down, Marcus is likely not to act impulsively."

Watching Marcus's still calm eyes, Ethan chose to trust his descendant this time.

But just to be safe, he was always ready to use the Forebearer cards.

"Go ahead, your ancestor is still strong!"

...

Marcus gently touched the Forebearer cards in his chest.

In such a situation, and with what he was planning to do, only the Forebearer could soothe his tense emotions.

Then.

Marcus looked around, at this Sky Sect martial contest, the sect leader sat in front of the grand hall, surrounded by elders.

The scene was bustling, but he seemed out of place.

He suddenly remembered the day thirteen years ago when his master had brought him to the Sky Sect, his master had been very kind to him, almost teaching him everything he knew. Although entering the Sky Sect, his three Psychic Constitution talents were only considered mediocre, his master had said that with his temperament, he was most suited to inherit the Nine Psychic Strange Fires.

A person's talent can change, but their nature is fundamental.

Only now did Marcus understand, perhaps at that time his master already knew that the battle with the Xuanwu Gate was a fight with no survival.

"My master was right."

"I carry the blood of Blackwood, and as long as I live, I am a person of the Blackwood clan."

"I have received my master's teachings, and I should protect my master's legacy, those who want to destroy my master's teachings--"

"Kill!!!"

All the previous words were murmurs, until the word 'kill' was shouted out fiercely by Marcus!

His father had given him the psychic flying sword thirteen years ago.

Under everyone's sidelong glances.

The psychic flying sword flew straight towards an Emerging Ability early stage Psychic watching the contest at the edge of the arena.

In that instant.

Nine palm-sized golden lotuses of flame appeared around him, the raging fire howling, making the air within ten meters intensely hot.

"Who is this madman? Daring to fight in front of the sect leader and elders, has he lost his mind?!"

"I know him, he's Marcus, a disciple brought back by Elder Huolin over a decade ago. The person he's targeting seems to be his best friend and also an inner disciple, Silas."

"I heard that Marcus was able to bring back Elder Huolin's body thanks to information provided by Silas. This is a clear case of repaying kindness with enmity."

"Hey, where are you going... What? To help Silas make a good impression in front of the sect leader? You better wake up, do you think Marcus could have walked ten meters if the sect leader hadn't stopped him?"

A bizarre scene unfolded.

The Sky Sect's extremely important sect competition was disrupted by Marcus, yet no one dared to block his way, a situation unprecedented in the over ten thousand years since the Sky Sect was established!

Marcus was already clashing with Silas.

Silas was extraordinary, likely having been stuck in the early stages of Emerging Ability for many years, his techniques dazzling to behold.

He must have practiced the AI Bionic Robot technique, using a formation of twelve bronze figures from his Storage Ring, then invoking heavenly thunder with the 'Thunder Seal ' previously enhanced by Blackwood's psychic powers.

Twelve bolts of heavenly thunder struck the bronze figures, directing the thunderous assault at Marcus.

But that was not all.

A hundred flying swords emerged from the Storage Ring, gathering above Marcus's head to form a giant sword that plummeted down, its blade aiming straight for him.

Silas launched his killing move without a word, likely aware of the peculiar circumstances of Marcus's unrestrained behavior and the lack of rescue, knowing this battle was a matter of life and death, and that Marcus had to die quickly!

...

"Amazing."

Ethan commented calmly, praising Silas who was battling Marcus.

In the scene displayed.

The heavenly thunder channeled through the twelve bronze figures was already blasting towards Marcus. Logically, the power of heavenly thunder should be a level above that of fire, and the game's graphics confirmed this as the fireworks bursting from Marcus could not devour the lightning. The thunderbolts surged towards Marcus from the ground formation.

It seemed to have paralyzed Marcus.

The blade above him also rushed down at high speed, and Marcus could only become a target.

But Silas, who was clearly about to kill Marcus, suddenly widened his eyes as if he had seen the King of Hell!

The heavenly thunder passed through Marcus's body, only causing a flame pattern to burst forth. The sky-blade cleaved Marcus in two, yet there was no scene of blood and flesh flying.

The blade then dispersed into hundreds of pieces, weaving through Marcus's body with a clinking sound.

The fireworks on Marcus's body scattered even more, but those flames quickly reformed into Marcus's body.

At that moment, Marcus was the embodiment of fireworks!