My Descendants Are My Power

After becoming the Grand Tutor's adopted son, Benjamin didn't let it go to his head, nor did he use it to seize power.

He knew deep down that he wasn't cut out for these power struggles.

He pressed onward on his journey.

"A century is but a blink of an eye for us psychics," Benjamin said with unwavering determination.

"The Forebearer said to live each day as if it were our last, and so should I, if I want to face the Heavenly Path. I must be at least as strong as Elder [Frenzied Blood, please provide translation], to even stand on the battlefield."

Years passed.

He continued his journey, meeting elders and entering the Forebearer space, yet he never spoke of the hatred he held from that fateful day.

But he never forgot the day his father, Oliver, sent him away from Sunshine Mansion.

Nor did he forget his father's words, urging him to keep moving forward, never looking back.

These words became the guiding principle and belief that carried him to where he was now.

He had to keep moving forward, because the Heavenly Path was right behind him!

Fortunately, he wasn't alone on this journey; many of his kin walked alongside him.

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Panoram State.

Unlike Benjamin, Alexander and his father, Adam, were taking a break atop a tall building.

Ruins surrounded the building, and numerous psychics huddled around bonfires amidst the debris, bartering and sorting through spoils of war.

It was clear that a battle had just transpired.

Adam, as meticulous as ever, couldn't stand the dust that clung to him.

He showered furiously, then used his technique to cleanse himself further before finally stopping.

[Your descendant, Adam, after years of seafaring and battling psychics in Panoram State, has developed a penchant for the finer things in life. He has acquired the trait: Clean Freak.]

[Becoming dirty will send him into a frenzy, increasing his combat power by 20% but decreasing his sanity by 50%.]

Dressed in fresh clothes, Adam stood on the rooftop, the cool night air whipping at his clothes.

He looked down at his son, Alexander, who was tearing into a beast leg, his face smeared with grease.

Adam couldn't help but wrinkle his nose in distaste.

He tore his gaze away from the unkempt psychics below and looked towards the Emerald Empire.

"How has the family been all these years?"

His initial goal in setting out to sea was to seek treasure, but he never expected to become a pirate or discover this new continent.

Since arriving in Panoram State, he had to engage in battles every so often to defend their territory.

The new friends he made in Panoram State all said that he and his son were fearless, daring to oppose the Panoram State empire...

Everyone praised them as the most valiant father-son duo in the world.

But only Adam knew that everything they faced here was nothing compared to...

"I heard that back in Azure Cloud, the family faced enemies that were nothing short of extraordinary."

"The Azure Cloud Pavilion, standing for tens of thousands of years in Azure Cloud, single-handedly challenged an entire county. Duke Michael, who maintained his disguise for centuries, even deceiving his own children. The Druids... and now, the Heavenly Path..."

"Any one of these individuals is more formidable than the entire Panoram State."

Adam's expression was a mixture of emotions as he spoke.

On the one hand, he yearned to experience all of this alongside his kin.

On the other hand... he was afraid.

Ever since discovering his true identity, he learned about his father Nicholas's experiences and understood why his mother had chosen to raise them in a small fishing village.

He understood his mother's fears, her worry that he would sacrifice his life for the family, just like his father.

He wasn't afraid of that; no matter what anyone said, he knew his father did the right thing.

He was just afraid...

Afraid that he wouldn't be good enough, that he wouldn't be able to keep up with the rest of his family, just like when he first set sail.

His mother had pleaded with him not to become another 'valiant Nicholas,' but he... he wanted to be even better!

"A hundred years... to conquer the entire Panoram State. That's the most I can achieve."

Adam let out a long breath.

"Although I've never met the Heavenly Path, nor do I know how powerful he truly is, if it were my father, he wouldn't cower in the face of an unknown enemy. He would fight with everything he had to secure a future for the family."

Adam inherited Nicholas's handsome features, bearing a striking resemblance to his father, but with an added touch of elegance and meticulousness.

The cool night breeze ruffled his soft hair, momentarily obscuring his determined features.

Down below.

Alexander, who was laughing and joking with the other psychics, seemed to sense his father's gaze.

He slowly lifted his head and rolled his eyes at his father.

"What are you looking at, Brother Alexander?" chuckled a psychic beside him.

"By the way, I heard you mention wanting to go on an adventure, to explore the entire sea?"

"Just a thought," Alexander waved his hand dismissively.

He took after his mother in appearance, lacking Adam's refined features.

Instead, he possessed the rugged charm of a seasoned sailor.

"Look at my old man, always itching for a fight. As his son, I can't just abandon him. But hey, I'll take you guys to my hometown someday, show you around. Hehehe, I've got some enemies back home, you guys can help me out."

"You got it, hahaha! Just say the word, when do we set off?"

"About a hundred years from now."

"...Well, I'll have to live that long first!"

Alexander and Benjamin, the only two descendants of the seventh generation, possessed contrasting personalities.

[Your descendant, Alexander, has befriended many like-minded individuals in Panoram State, addressing everyone as 'brother.' He has acquired the trait: Gregarious.]

[The probability of gaining favor with others has increased by 10%.]

...

The descendants of Blackwood were scattered across the globe, each living their lives, growing stronger, all for a common goal.

Decades, even a century, was an eternity for ordinary people.

But for most of the Blackwood clan, it was but a blink of an eye.

Nathan, for instance, had been cultivating his psychic powers in the ancient battlefield, only seeing Mike and Arnold a handful of times over the years.

It was only when he saw his kin in the Forebearer space that he would inquire about their children and steal a moment with Luna.

Luna, too, had grown in her abilities.

Cultivating alongside the Fox Saint had imbued her with an ethereal aura.

The couple, one radiating deathly energy, the other an ethereal beauty, made for a rather peculiar pair.

Lucas, on the other hand, hadn't changed a bit.

Every time they met, Amelia would pester him about Diana, but all Lucas would offer was a gruff "She's alive," much to Amelia's annoyance.

Julian and Mary, however, were a different story.

The events of that day had hit them the hardest.

Julian was a changed man, and Mary's hair had turned white.

They were once the most formidable couple in the family, but now they were shadows of their former selves, always clinging to each other in the Forebearer space.

No one dared to disturb them during these moments, hoping that they would find solace in each other's arms.