My Descendants Are My Power

Ethan's mood finally eased as he observed the development of Blackwood. Over the years, the residence had not slowed down in progress despite Blackwood's absence.

Gratitude Village still formed a semicircle, neatly encircling the residence together with the Silver Iron Forest.

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Now, the area was filled with fields of special abilities. Over the years, Blackwood had provided Dennis with numerous Energy Stones.

Dennis, a man of his word, had used all these stones to procure various items for Blackwood.

The entire residence was brimming with powerful abilities.

At this moment, Dennis was standing in the center of the courtyard, accompanied by the six children of Blackwood's fifth generation.

The Primordial Blood Tree had returned to the Blackwood Residence overnight!

[The Primordial Blood Tree, nostalgic, had refused Amelia's daily offer of ten corpses for tasting at the Thunderfire Demon Cave, requesting Nathan to send it back to the family residence. Overnight, its roots had spread ten miles beneath the family's land.]

"Grandpa Dennis, come look! I peed here yesterday, and today a huge tree has grown!"

"..."

Dennis was very familiar with this tree!

He had seen it during his first visit to Blackwood, back when it was a blood ability fruit tree. Now... he had heard rumors that at least a million lives lay beneath its roots.

Everything was unfolding just as he had predicted years ago; the tree could reach at least the sixth rank, but he hadn't expected it to happen so quickly.

While Nicholas was delighted that his urine had sprouted a towering tree, Dennis was deep in thought.

The tree swayed, and the Primordial Blood Tree revealed an ancient face with crimson eyes!

"Ah! A monster!"

Nicholas clung tightly to Dennis's leg in fright.

"Family's fifth generation child, Nicholas."

The Primordial Blood Tree's eyes flashed with blood, and it sighed, "I see, you are a coward. Perhaps sending you to the Cloudrise Oceanview Pavilion was a mistake. Overprotection will only lead to your downfall. However, you will be a kind family head."

"Nicholas is not a coward, not!"

The frightened child, with tears in his eyes, looked defiant.

This made Dennis furrow his brow, "Divine Tree, what do you mean by that? I, Dennis, assure you, Nicholas has grown up listening to the stories of his elders. He will not disgrace Blackwood!"

The Primordial Blood Tree paid no heed.

It turned its gaze to the other somewhat fearful children.

"Matthew, you grew up in Moore, and you are Moore's future. One day, you will return there."

"Donna, the Fist of the Hundred sect has made your life miserable from the start. I only see your future."

As the Primordial Blood Tree's eyes fixed on Dennis while addressing the girl among Blackwood's six children, it said, "Tell your story to this friend, he will take you back to the Fist of the Hundred sect, where justice will be served."

As the girl with braided hair recounted her story of being tormented at the Fist of the Hundred sect, being pricked with needles by her nursemaid and called a 'Blackwood bastard' daily,

Dennis calculated quickly, then picked up Donna, "Don't be afraid, you're not some bastard. Your Grandpa Dennis will take care of the Fist of the Hundred sect for you."

Little Donna pursed her lips, not understanding what 'taking care of' meant, only knowing it was something bad. She shook her head, "No, Grandpa, the sect leader is kind to me, it's just the nursemaid..."

Dennis listened quietly.

With his calculations, he had figured out the misunderstanding. Donna's nursemaid, misled to believe Donna was the illegitimate daughter of the sect leader of Baiquan, acted under the sect leader's wife's orders, harboring malice and even nearly drowning her. Young Donna dared not speak to outsiders about it.

He took a deep breath before leaving with Donna, frowning at the Primordial Blood Tree, "Divine Tree, you can predict the future, can you see through me?"

A cool breeze blew.

The Primordial Blood Tree stared at Dennis's aged face and white hair, pausing long before uttering two words, "Ten years."

"Thank you."

Dennis, relieved, laughed heartily as he carried Donna away, softly saying to the frightened girl, "Child, Grandpa Dennis will take you to seek revenge."

Primordial Blood Tree then turned its gaze to the remaining three children.

"Edward, the eldest son of the fifth generation, you will not sit on the throne of this family, but I see you ascending to a lofty throne."

"A throne?"

Edward, a twelve-year-old boy with an ordinary appearance, fell into deep thought. "Divine Tree, I've heard your stories, but I do not wish to ascend to any throne. I want to be like the Sword King, my great-grandfather, and conquer with my sword."

The Primordial Blood Tree paid no heed to the boy's dreams.

"Charles, Christopher, you siblings returned from the temple, now ten years old. Years of burning incense and worshiping Buddha have not diminished your Buddhist nature. You should head to the Thunderfire Demon Cave, start your journey today."

"Amitabha."

A little monk and a little nun.

Watching the two set off on their own, Ethan clicked his mouse. Initially, Blackwood had sent them to the temple because they were facing the entire Forest Town, and he hadn't expected them to turn out as Buddhist disciples.

However, the Primordial Blood Tree, not only capable of omens, had always provided favorable prophecies for the Blackwood children.

Of this fifth generation's six,Only Nicholas and Donna had distinctive traits, and neither were particularly favorable.

[Your descendant Nicholas has been pampered at the Cloudrise Oceanview Pavilion for seven years, receiving a child bride 'Helen' and reaching the second layer of Foundational Energy. Dennis, alone for three hundred years, has doted excessively on little Nicholas, who grew up spoiled and acquired the trait—Greenhouse Flower.]

[His starting point is high, yet he is sensitive and fragile, unable to withstand the trials of life. The opportunities gifted by his elders significantly increase, but his speed in cultivating psychic powers decreases by 10%.]