My Descendants Are My Power

As the head of the family, his responsibility told him that he must maintain enough rationality to handle this matter.

He had a nagging feeling that something was amiss and immediately went to his father and grandparents, who were still calm.

Lucas's eyes were fixed on the ceremonial fire in the tomb, a method of dignified end for Class D entities, otherwise their bodies would be stolen.

He had long been able to suppress the anger in his heart, but his expression was unusually cold. Feeling Daniel's approach, he had only three words to say, "Who did it?"

Years ago, the Boar Monarch Pete had already started planning to build this 'Heavenly and Earthly Ability Pool', and the people of Blackwood knew about it, even providing considerable help. Lucas had also gone out with the Boar Monarch Pete a couple of times. But this time...

Daniel let out a long breath, "All the intelligence forces of Blackwood have returned. The current intelligence only knows that Grandpa Pete went to the Golden Dou Forest outside Tranquil County. There were no signs of battle where Grandpa Pete had been, and none of the forces hostile to Blackwood had any experts traveling."

"My child has already asked Mr. Dennis to come, and messages have been sent to the fourth aunt and second aunt," Daniel continued.

Nathan, standing by, watched the children in front of the grave, overwhelmed with grief. He slowly closed his eyes; he had never imagined this day would come. The sudden cause of the Boar Monarch Pete's death was also unbearable for him. He couldn't even imagine the pain these children of his family would have to endure.

"Find the murderer, no matter who it is."

"Yes, Grandfather," Daniel nodded slightly, turned to leave to take care of things, but looked back at the Boar Monarch Pete's grave one last time.

In that moment, he suddenly remembered the words of the Primordial Blood Tree, "Next year's earth should be as red as today's snow."

He could only sigh deeply. Daniel understood that the prediction of the Primordial Blood Tree was probably correct.

Once they found out who was responsible, they would face the full wrath of Blackwood, because from the third generation onwards, every person in Blackwood had grown up on the back of the Boar Monarch Pete.

The relationship between the Boar Monarch Pete and the children of Blackwood was closer than any of their elders.

No matter the cost, no matter who the opponent was, or how long it took, the descendants of Blackwood would avenge this.

Suddenly, Daniel's hair turned a bit whiter. The sky of Blackwood continued to snow red.

In this blood-filled winter day, the fire burning the body of the Boar Monarch Pete grew hotter, just like the raging fury of the people of Blackwood.

Ethan watched quietly all along. The greatest hope of the Boar Monarch Pete was to fill the valley with Blackwood's children, to have endless descendants.

He couldn't do it anymore.

But Blackwood would always remember, deep in the Silver Iron Forest, there was a demon king, their in-law, who had accompanied Blackwood through a long period of time.

Blackwood's children would also remember, they had a grandfather, a great-grandfather, and even a great-great-grandfather who once carried them around, and even future children would remember, Blackwood had an ancestor who was a pig demon, also one of the most important family members of Blackwood.

"Phew."

Ethan let out a long breath, and after the funeral, he bowed deeply towards the grave of the Boar Monarch Pete. As his body gradually became ethereal, his tone was firm, "You will always be a member of the family, the children will carry on with the memories of your existence, grow into the eagles and tigers you liked, and become the proud descendants of Blackwood."

As Ethan's figure returned to reality, the fire in the grave of the Boar Monarch Pete flared up in the deep night.

[Forebearer Moment, Over!]

[Spiritual Tribute Spent: 20000!]

In a daze, Ethan found himself back in the familiar room, next to the Mystic Burner in front of the 500-inch screen, already filled with Tribute Offerings from two major ceremonies.

Ethan was still lying in bed, pillow behind his back, legs bent, a keyboard resting on his stomach, and a mouse by his side.

He seemed stunned, stiffly glancing over to check the time.

20 years in the game world, not even a full day in reality.

But he knew clearly that these 20 years, like a ghostly ability, cultivating psychic powers, were real. The divine pills inside him still shone brightly, engraved with a Twin Fish Harmony Seal and dual-layer techniques.

Also, the joys and sorrows he had shared with his clan over the years were real.

Finally, he came to his senses.

On the screen, everything at the Blackwood residence was displayed—the descendants of Blackwood still kneeling at the tomb of the Boar Monarch Pete, the red snow of Blackwood still falling, landing on the shoulders of these animated characters, yet never as real as in the game world.

A popup appeared.

[Special Event: The Sacrifice of the Boar Monarch Pete]

[The Boar Monarch Pete, who has looked after the third, fourth, and fifth generations of Blackwood, has been sacrificed. Your family is furious, secretly resolving to avenge the Boar Monarch Pete at any cost!]

[Sadness spreads, the fury for revenge burns. Your family gains the group trait—]

[Year of the Red Snow!]

[Your descendants will strive harder in cultivating psychic powers, constantly influenced by towering fury, increasing the speed of cultivating psychic powers by 30% until the revenge is complete. The possibility of mental state changes increases, which could be negative or positive.]

[Your descendants will forever remember this day, alerting future generations, singing of this event, permanently increasing the speed of cultivating psychic powers by 5% for future generations.]

If it were before, Ethan would have been delighted by the emergence of a group trait, but now...

For twenty years, Ethan had watched the Boar Monarch Pete carrying children back and forth beside him, even getting used to the Boar Monarch Pete's noise. Not to mention the anger of the Blackwood people, there was also an unquenchable fire in his heart!

He seemed to have grown wolf-like sharp fangs, wanting to tear apart an unknown enemy.

But the years had also made Ethan more composed.

He took a deep breath and dialed the phone, "Hello, Alan, can you get a nuclear bomb?"

"Ah? Are you planning a rebellion?"