My Descendants Are My Power

Once warmed by the red snow, Blackwood was gradually growing colder. The people of Blackwood seemed to have become mere mortals again, shivering in the biting winds of the harsh winter days.

Luna clung to Nathan's arm, her eyes moistening uncontrollably as she watched George battling the snowstorm, rushing back to the family.

As Luna buried her head in her husband's chest, she could feel his heartbeat pause for a moment, then his muscles slowly tensing, her only way to keep Nathan calm.

Lucas and Daniel, father and son, stood side by side, their brows furrowed tightly as they watched George return. The air around them seemed to freeze.

Until we reach where Julian and his wife were.

Mary's eyes flickered with fear, shaking her head in disbelief as her body began to sway, falling from the sky. But Julian did not catch his wife, despite the vivid red scenery around them.

In Julian's eyes, however, it was as if dark clouds were overhead, the world had lost its color, and the fire of his blacksmithing abilities blazed fiercely, lighting up the world.

Yet, the fire on him brought no warmth to the people of Blackwood; the winter felt even colder.

"It's not like this, it can't be like this," Thomas's eyes were bloodshot, his veins bulging as he faced the reality before him, yet subconsciously refusing to believe it.

At this moment, the second generation of the Blackwood family was not as talkative as before.Each of them stared blankly in the direction of George.

That child.

In a black robe.

Crossing the distinct boundary between Blackwood and the outside world, he carried a massive object that kept him from standing straight, blood dripping from where he had flown back.

He couldn't afford to care much, only fiercely shouting for the family's doctor to come out, for the elders to go to the Thunderfire Demon Cave, to call back the highly skilled grandmother, shouting for the elders to fetch the elixirs.

Anyone could see his hysteria, the madness and despair of this moment etched deep into everyone's hearts.

A scream erupted from someone.

Ethan felt the chill of this winter, unable to tell if it was snowing or raining blood from the sky. But this year, like all seasons for the descendants of Blackwood, was surely devoid of warmth.

He and the Primordial Blood Tree closed their eyes, teeth clenched.

They all saw it, George in black returning from outside, carrying back the corpse of the Boar Monarch Pete!

They also heard it, George's voice hoarse with exertion.

And they saw even more.

The Primordial Blood Tree not only glimpsed the land of the coming year as snowy as today, but it also saw a trace of the past.

The red snow falling from the sky, endowed with special abilities by the Primordial Blood Tree, also allowed the people of Blackwood to see everything.

The Boar Monarch Pete, who rarely stepped out of the Silver Iron Forest, entered Blackwood and then, over the course of this year, repeatedly ventured into the outside world to find special items for the children of Blackwood, bringing them home time and again, personally crafting a pool of special abilities for the children.

It eagerly anticipated the children born to Blackwood in the future, hoping they would grow up faster and taller than the second generation of Blackwoods.

This was also his last time stepping out of the Silver Iron Forest, his last time coming home.

In the heart of the Silver Iron Forest, a massive pit was excavated, within which a dan fire burned fiercely. All the psychic beasts of the Silver Iron Forest gathered here, witnessing the fall of a legendary demon king, turning to dust.

Julian's lineage knelt towards the soon-to-be-completed tomb.

Mary had awakened from her coma, yet unable to accept reality, she fainted several times.

The second generation of Blackwoods, who had never shed a tear even when limbs were lost, now wept like despairing children.

The grown descendants were sobbing uncontrollably. Even the younger ones understood they might never see the Boar Monarch Pete again.

"Great-grandma, what happened to Grandpa?" asked a two-year-old child, tugging at Mary's sleeve. A sense of inexplicable loss suddenly filled his heart; he couldn't understand why everyone was crying just because Grandpa had fallen asleep.

Yet, there was also a sense of loss he couldn't grasp, a sadness creeping from the soil of the Silver Iron Forest into his heart, as he sobbed along with the adults.

Luna gently stroked the child's head, "Your grandpa... he's very tired. He's going to sleep for a very, very long time."

Ethan, who had already made a breakthrough, did not return.

He saw everything. Although he had never met the Boar Monarch Pete, since the Boar Monarch Pete became related to Blackwood, he had always paid attention to the Boar Monarch Pete playing with the children.

Generation after generation, the Boar Monarch Pete cherished the children more than Blackwood's elders did.

Nathan and Luna, due to their age, had grown distant from the children, but not the Boar Monarch Pete. It remembered every child's name.

It also remembered what each child liked and wanted.

He looked into the distance.

There lay a psychic pool. For this very pool, the Boar Monarch Pete had spent almost all his life's savings, and ultimately... his life.

When the Boar Monarch Pete was buried, the people of Blackwood found a Storage Ring in his mouth, containing some rare psychic materials.

Inside that Storage Ring were also materials needed for the construction of a building called the 'Heaven and Earth Psychic Pool.'

The death of the Boar Monarch Pete did not prompt a game notification; he was not a blood relative of Blackwood.

But to Ethan, as well as everyone in Blackwood, the Boar Monarch Pete was considered a member of the family.

"I don't know, on my way back I saw Grandpa, and he was covered in wounds, all bloody," George knelt at the grave, still stained with the blood of the Boar Monarch Pete, yet the desperate cries he had when he brought back the Boar Monarch Pete were long gone.

Instead, there was a numbness that came after extreme sorrow; he had exhausted all his psychic powers carrying the corpse of the Boar Monarch Pete back. Now, he looked pale and weak, unaware of his own frailty.

He just numbly stared ahead, subconsciously answering his uncle's questions, "When Grandpa came back, he was in the jungle outside Forest Town, he had lost his psychic powers, crashing through the jungle. "

"So many people were shouting to eliminate the demon, and many psychics surrounded Grandpa, he killed so many people, and he kept charging towards home."

"I carried Grandpa back, and Grandpa said..."

"Take him home."

"He wanted to see his children one last time, that would make his life worthwhile."

"But."

As he spoke, George's expression seemed to cry and laugh at the same time, but more than anything, it was filled with endless guilt, "He didn't deserve this! I don't want any psychic springs, I want Grandpa back! We already have plenty of resources, we can't even use up all the good stuff, he didn't need to get us more."

"It's all my fault, if... if I could have flown faster, Grandpa definitely could have been saved, right?"