My Descendants Are My Power

His siblings were no better off; this situation was more terrifying than any encounter they had had with their elders, and the aura of their uncle...

"Yo?"

George had already sensed the familiar presence at the entrance. He grinned at the three youngsters, "Heard you were coming to learn from me. Didn't expect you to arrive so soon. You've all grown up! Come, let Uncle have a good look at you."

As soon as he finished speaking, twenty-three elders instantly surrounded them, nodding and assessing.

"George, these three youngsters have learned a mixed bag of tricks," one elder commented.

"Their talents are decent, and one even has a Water Psychic Constitution, though it's far inferior to your Wind Psychic Constitution."

"They might be considered prodigies among the younger generation, but I can tell their cultivation is bolstered by resources. Each one must have been through numerous battles. Trying to stabilize their foundation this way won't work. Three years left, right? There's still time."

...

Ethan watched as the three youngsters were led away, trusting that the twenty-three experienced elders knew how to enhance their cultivation and combat abilities.

This was their final stop!

Their experiences far exceeded what ordinary people could imagine.

Soon.

[Blackwood Year 110, the decennial grand ceremony begins!]

On this day, all of Blackwood opened their eyes from meditation. Beside Olivia, the Thunderfire Raging Python emerged from the ground with its massive head.

Even within the Blackwood residence, the Primordial Blood Tree, with its blood-red leaves swaying, revealed its ancient human face and opened its eyes to look through the canopy at the sky.

All of Blackwood murmured in unison.

"War is coming."

The altar was set up, resources were supplied to Ethan again.

As the grand ceremony concluded, the members of Blackwood had packed up everything, even Marcus from the Sky Sect, who had discarded his liquor gourd, his eyes shining with a sharp light.

They knew that this time, it would determine whether they could return to their family's residence and whether their people could finally come home.

Or whether they would carve out an era unique to Blackwood in Cloudview County, or if Blackwood would be completely lost within Cloudview County.

Ethan, in front of the screen, was equally solemn.

He was digesting the offerings from his descendants.

Time passed once again.

As Blackwood prepared for war, a pop-up appeared on the screen.

[Blackwood Year 112, your descendants increasingly feel a hand reaching out towards Blackwood.]

[Special Event—The Master of the Era]

[As Blackwood goes completely mad due to the sacrifice of the Boar Monarch Pete, the entire Cloudview County seems like boiling water about to erupt in rage. All forces in Cloudview County feel the shift of the era. Everyone is preparing to compete for supremacy, and if they can win this battle, they will be remembered in Cloudview County like the Azure Cloud Pavilion was 130,000 years ago.]

[Your family is just one of the players in this era.]

The special event in the game appeared today!

Ethan's expression grew more solemn, Olivia had been investigating for years and had long discovered the anomalies in Cloudview County.

According to Amelia, this was an inevitable outcome for Cloudview County, with Blackwood merely being the spark that drew everyone's ire. For 130,000 years, Cloudview County had been resource-poor, with resources slowly being divided, and it had been many years since a B-grade powerhouse had emerged.

A disaster was bound to happen, leading all forces to fight desperately for the fate of Cloudview County.

There was a sect called The Oracle Chamber; they said that Blackwood had almost seized half of Cloudview County's fate over the years.

This sect was also the most mysterious in Cloudview County.

Olivia had been searching for the secrets of this mysterious sect for years, yet she didn't even know who their sect leader was, only that they had been stirring up trouble for years.

"The Oracle Chamber, huh?"

Ethan furrowed his brows; he wouldn't have known about this sect if not for Olivia. Not just him, many competent forces were unaware, and even when Olivia specifically asked Michael, he deliberately changed the subject, seemingly quite wary.

While pondering, Ethan switched the screen!

On this snowy day, the world was draped in silver.

In the Blackwood encampment, Nathan climbed out of a coffin, a pigeon from afar landed in his hand—it was a message from Olivia.

Nathan's eyes sparkled as he stuffed the Forebearer Cards into his chest, deciding not to strap the coffin of direct death to his back but instead carried it on his shoulder and soared into the sky, "The Cloudview County competition is about to begin, may the Forebearer bless me, and may I vanquish the Competent!"

Soon after he soared through the clouds, he arrived outside the Azure Cloud Pavilion!

As he approached, the Azure Cloud Pavilion went on high alert, activating their protective formation!

"Boom!"

Nathan slammed the coffin vertically into the ground, dust and smoke billowing, and he let out a loud laugh.

"Hahaha, back in the day, Olivia alone suppressed your Azure Cloud Pavilion, and no one dared to make a move. Today, I, as her father, will follow in her footsteps!"

"Aren't you the memory of Azure Cloud Pavilion from 130,000 years ago? Aren't all the people from the major sects of Cloudview County originally from Azure Cloud Pavilion?"

"How dare you drive my great-grandson out, today we settle new scores and old debts together. If Azure Cloud Pavilion still has any men, then let all your masters come out."

As he spoke, his expression gradually darkened.

"Come, fight me—Nathan!"

The aura of a mid-stage Developing Skill burst forth in all directions, stirring up dust and sand, and the heavy snow around the Azure Cloud Pavilion began to flow back towards the sky, centered on Nathan.

Several Developing Skill masters stood on the walls of the Azure Cloud Pavilion, their faces grim as they stared at Nathan shouting outside the gate. Nathan, a burly man pressing his hand against the coffin beside him, grinned broadly, looking very much like a farmer leaning on a hoe in the field.

Despite their strength, none dared to step out of the sect!