My Descendants Are My Power

Luna tried to cool things down, "Ease up, kiddo. I\'ve done some digging, and Heath\'s got this old-timer with Emerging Abilities who\'s been around for over a century. We\'re not in their league yet."

Amelia chimed in, "Mom\'s right, now\'s not the time to lose our heads. Dad, just focus on getting better."

Lucas was still riled up, "So we\'re just gonna let this slide?"

Nathan calmed the storm, "Kids, don\'t worry about me. Forebearer already took out the big shot who hurt me, so that\'s half the revenge done. Revenge is a dish best served cold, and as long as the Blackwood lineage grows strong, we\'ll make the Heath folks pay one day."

Watching the Blackwood family\'s exchange, Ethan managed to suppress his own rage.

Indeed, the \'Forebearer\'s Fury\' skill was impressive.

But Ethan realized when he previously saved Nathan that it could barely take out someone with Foundational Energy level eight, let alone an Emerging Ability master.

Rushing in would only bring disaster upon the Blackwoods.

Keeping their power hidden, slowly growing stronger, and then blowing everyone away was the best course of action.

With that in mind, Ethan activated \'Forebearer\'s Blessing\' and used a new skill on the injured Nathan—

\'Forebearer\'s Embrace!\'

Above the Blackwood shrine, a phantom image appeared on the Forebearer\'s cards. As the Blackwood members watched in awe, it merged into Nathan\'s body, and in no time, Nathan\'s legs healed at a visible rate, allowing him to get out of bed and walk.

"Forebearer\'s Embrace used, consuming Spiritual Tribute: 100"

Compared to the minor healing of \'Forebearer\'s Love\', this skill was far more powerful, even healing internal injuries!

"Forebearer has shown his powers, I\'m as good as new!"

"Thanks to Forebearer for saving my life!"

"Rest assured, Forebearer, one day Nathan will lead all Blackwoods to avenge today\'s disgrace!"

Seeing his descendants\' fighting spirit, Ethan gave Nathan another dose of \'Forebearer\'s Love\'.

Instantly, everyone was overjoyed.

"Although faced with a crisis, the Blackwood clan will strive harder, feeling your encouragement."

"Spiritual Tribute +30"

Ethan felt a deep satisfaction.

Then, a little red dot in the member list caught his attention.

Clicking on it—

"Family Buff: Revenge\'s Fury"

"Training speed increased by 20%, will continue until enough strength is gathered for revenge."

Such a Buff seemed to appear after a special event.

"Strive in cultivating psychic powers, fight for revenge, my descendants!"

Ethan cheered for his descendants in front of the screen.

He then clicked through the Blackwood members\' statuses to see if the event had triggered any other traits, but unfortunately, there were none.

However, when he clicked on Lucas,

Ethan paused for a moment, the screen shifted, and he was now at the Blackwood training ground where Lucas was fiercely cultivating psychic powers, using the basic sword techniques from the \'Psychic Arts Manual\'.

This kid was training intensely and ruthlessly, each sword strike filled with lethal intent, even chopping a deep \'kill\' mark into a stone slab.

"That\'s the spirit."

Ethan nodded slightly, already imagining how wild it would be when this kid grew up and stormed into Heath\'s territory.

Right now, high above the vast, boundless ocean, a psychic-powered airship was soaring, filled with Psychics operating their special gear.

They were dressed in unique white outfits, each marked with the \'Federation\' emblem.

These folks were from the New Age Federal Historical Research Team, tasked with investigating why psychic abilities began to emerge and spread a thousand years ago.

And... they were also on a quest to uncover histories that had been submerged for tens of millions, perhaps even billions of years.

"I found it! Down below, I discovered a stone buried deep in the ocean, chronicling the ancient times.

There might be a vast land beneath where Psychics once lived, or possibly the ruins of a family power too immense to imagine!"

An excited scout, clutching a large stone, burst through the ocean surface and flew up to the psychic-powered airship.

In a flash, all the scouts aboard the airship converged around the stone, employing their specialized skills to clear away the algae and debris that obscured the carvings.

After a full day and night...

They finally saw the true face of the stone, and everyone exchanged glances.

"Such a strong aura of menace."

Faintly visible on the stone were the ancient words— "Dexter must die!"