My Descendants Are My Power

"Ahem."

Noticing the father and son's heated argument, Benjamin glanced at the group of powerful figures gathered nearby, seemingly indifferent to the dispute.

He strode over to Adam and Alexander and said in a deep voice, "Gentlemen, I am Benjamin. Might I inquire as to your generation within the esteemed Blackwood family?"

"What?" Alexander was taken aback. "Benjamin... Blackwood family... generation...?"

In that instant, Adam and his father exchanged glances with the Blackwood family members who were huddled together, tears welling up in their eyes.

It was like a bolt from the blue.

After all these years, he had always been unaware of his true identity, but today, it was as if he had finally found his kin!

"Are we Blackwoods?" The father and son looked at each other, unsure of what to make of the situation.

They then turned to Helen, who was murmuring through her tears, "They're alive... they're all alive."

Adam was stunned.

For the past five years, he had watched his mother grow increasingly frail, a change that coincided with the onset of his own unease.

At this moment, he understood.

Perhaps this was the reason behind his mother's condition.

Just as he was torn between approaching his relatives and quietly observing these elders who possessed earth-shattering abilities, the elders turned their gaze towards his family.

The breathtaking woman in white, who was floating in mid-air, approached Helen and said, "Helen, don't worry. We can overcome any hardship. We wanted you to see this with your own eyes, to reassure you and the children."

"Great-grandmother, is there anything I can do to help?" Helen asked, clenching her jaw.

In the past, she would never have involved her children in such matters.

But upon hearing of her family's supposed annihilation, she couldn't suppress the hatred in her heart.

For the past five years, she had also begun urging her children to develop their psychic abilities.

Olivia smiled gently at Helen.

"Your safety is all that matters. Go back now. The children will forget about today."

"Great-grandmother..."

...

Coastal Village

Sitting at her vanity, Helen opened her eyes.

She saw her reflection in the mirror, her face etched with wrinkles and streaked with tears.

She stared blankly, replaying the events she had just witnessed in that ethereal realm.

"They're all alive," she murmured. "Great-grandmother Olivia wants me to be safe..."

After much deliberation, she walked over to the window and looked out at her son and grandson, who were sitting cross-legged in the courtyard, their eyes now open but filled with confusion.

It was clear that Great-grandmother Olivia had used her powers to erase their memories of what they had seen in the spiritual realm.

"Should I tell them?" she wondered. "But even if they knew, what could they possibly do against an enemy that even our entire family couldn't defeat?"

Helen hesitated.

She didn't want her children to suffer the same fate as Nicholas, but the once-mighty Blackwood family had been reduced to a mere handful.

At that moment, Adam suddenly looked up at his mother at the window.

He couldn't explain it, but while he was cultivating his psychic powers earlier, he had felt a strange sense of longing, as if he had been to a place filled with people who stirred something deep within him.

It was a feeling he had never experienced before, not even when he encountered fearsome sea monsters while fishing.

He asked his son, Alexander, who confirmed that he had experienced the same peculiar sensation.

Observing his mother's expression, Adam could no longer contain his curiosity.

He leaped up to the window and confronted her, voicing the question that had haunted him for years.

"Mother, where did Alexander and I go just now? All these years, I've always felt like you were hiding something from us—my true origins, the beggar at the gate who never seems to age..."

Helen looked at her son, then at Alexander, who was gazing up at her with anticipation.

Finally, she let out a long sigh.

Her eyes flashed with power.

In that instant, Adam's face contorted in shock.

His mother... was a Competent Force!

"Adam, Alexander, take your Psychic Positions. Join me in the Forebearer Communion!"

Ignoring her children's astonishment, Helen grabbed her own Psychic Position and headed towards the ancestral hall.

She had feared that her children would follow in Nicholas's footsteps, but now that their family was facing such dire circumstances, she couldn't stand idly by.

There had to be something in this world worth fighting and dying for.

Even if their family was weak, as insignificant as dust.

...

"Congratulations! Your descendant, Olivia, has used life force, along with your Forebearer Psychic Position, to create a space exclusively for Blackwood descendants. You have acquired the skill: Blackwood Nexus."

"Annual consumption: 1 point of Forebearer Will. Allows descendants to enter the Soul Chamber for communication."

"Through your descendant Olivia, you have glimpsed the art of fate manipulation and obtained a sliver of the Fate Rule."

"This..."

As the space was created, Ethan was overwhelmed with awe.

He felt like he had gained a deeper understanding of fate manipulation and the interconnected destinies of blood relatives.

On Olivia's Psychic Position, threads extended from all the Destiny Tablets of the Blackwood clan members, connecting to his own Psychic Position, which possessed the power of thunder tribulation.

These threads stretched out in all directions, representing the locations of all Blackwood descendants.

The black mist originated from the Heavenly Path Venerable's power.

That entity was also trying to unravel the secrets of fate, searching for the whereabouts of the Blackwood clan.

"I see," Ethan thought, a glimmer of realization flashing through his mind.

He then entered the Blackwood Nexus with his soul.

Inside, the descendants were busy catching up on the events of the past years.

As they recounted the events of that fateful day, their faces were etched with sorrow.

But when Ethan appeared, they all froze and turned to look at him.

"Huh?" he thought. "They can see me?"

As if on cue, all the Blackwood descendants knelt before him in unison.

"Greetings, Forebearer!"

It was fate manipulation!

The sliver of the Fate Rule he had comprehended from Olivia allowed him to be the master of this space.

It was his own personal domain, similar to the small world of a Basic Mastery realm cultivator!

At that moment, Ethan couldn't help but wonder if he might one day achieve true immortality in this world.

However, his excitement was short-lived.

He quickly remembered that he was still in his black mist form.

Only within this space could his descendants see him, and he was still unable to physically interact with them.

He observed his descendants.

After their initial exchange, they were filled with a mix of emotions—joy at being reunited, grief over the near-annihilation of their family five years ago, and hope for the future.

"Excellent. Now that our clan has been reunited, our next step is clear—"

"To rise again! To seek vengeance!" the Blackwood descendants roared in unison, their voices echoing with determination.