My Descendants Are My Power

Over a century had passed, enough time for many to forget, but Old Ralph still reminisced about the days he'd fought alongside the Blackwood clan.

Feeling the energy emanating from Crestwood Hills, a flicker of anticipation ignited within him. "Back then, Mr. Nathan could already manipulate spirits. What a shame..." he murmured, a sigh escaping his lips.

"That's impossible, it couldn't be Nathan," a stern voice interjected.

Standing beside Old Ralph was a middle-aged man in purple robes, his face radiating righteousness. "I may have only arrived in Azure Cloud a century ago, but even I've heard of this Nathan. Wasn't he the Blackwood Steadfast Patriarch?"

"His talent was mediocre at best. It was a feat for him to even break through to the Adept Realm. And breaking through the ninety-nine thunder tribulations? That was all thanks to his coffin, a high-level psychic artifact. Even his fight with Mike was the same story."

Old Ralph's brow furrowed as he glanced at the speaker.

The Blackwood clan, through their various branches, had established a powerful presence in Azure Cloud, contributing to its current prosperity and attracting numerous experts.

Yet, these newcomers seemed to hold no respect for the Blackwoods. This Grant, currently ranked 89th on the Pinnacle Apprentice Ranking under King Phillips, was a prime example!

Despite Old Ralph's attempt to suppress his anger, Grant continued his relentless chatter. "With such limited talent, how could he possibly break through to the Master Realm in just a century? If he truly did, his comprehension would be unparalleled. "

"Alas, even with such comprehension, it wouldn't be enough. Where would he find the opportunities and resources? Back then, in Azure Cloud, they sucked Azure Cloud dry for years, leaving it barren."

"Look at Azure Cloud now, after they're gone. It's more prosperous than ever! They can't steal resources from Cloudview County anymore. I bet Nathan hasn't even reached the middle stage of the Adept Realm."

"Grant is right. Azure Cloud is truly flourishing."

"With the Blackwoods gone, King Phillips, through the Fortune Sanctum Parker family, has established trade routes with other states and counties. We no longer have to risk being hunted to trade precious materials."

Azure Cloud had indeed attracted many talents over the past century.

The natives, witnessing these outsiders rambling on, remained silent but exchanged knowing glances, their eyes reflecting shared anger.

Only they knew that the current prosperity was built upon the foundations laid by their predecessors. Where would these newcomers be without their hard work?

Old Ralph silently took note of Grant and the others who spoke so carelessly.

He decided to have a word with Kenneth and Old Walker's people upon his return. Once the war with the Druids was over, they wouldn't need these fools anymore. It was time for some fresh blood in Cloudview County's psychic forces.

Fortunately, their mindless chatter didn't last long.

As the energy within Crestwood Hills intensified, Grant sensed the approaching aura of the Druids. "Many Druids," he said, his voice grave, "even Master Realm experts. The one breaking through within Crestwood Hills is using psychic powers. It must be one of our human predecessors. "

"Thankfully, I've already sent word to Senior Phillips and Senior Holy Flame. Everyone, if the Druids dare to disturb our predecessor's breakthrough, it will mean war!"

Seeing everyone nod in agreement, and with more and more Azure Cloud psychics arriving, a hint of a smile touched Grant's lips.

He didn't care who this breakthrough senior was; he wouldn't mind owing a Master Realm expert a favor.

Half a month passed quickly.

For some unknown reason, the Druids were gathering in increasing numbers. Normally, they would stop at nothing to prevent Azure Cloud from gaining another Master Realm expert. Yet, they remained strangely restrained, showing no signs of aggression.

For many Azure Cloud psychics, witnessing an Adept Realm expert breaking through to the Master Realm was an incredibly rare opportunity.

"The thunder tribulation is about to begin!"

They stared at Crestwood Hills in awe as the thunderclouds in the sky grew denser, their pressure mounting.

The thunder tribulation formed a roaring, wrathful King Kong, and arcs of lightning crackled in the air.

And then, beneath the thunder tribulation...

They saw it. From the heart of the black mist that shrouded the center, an intricate magic circle gradually emerged, spiraling outwards.

Ghosts wailed, their agitation amplified by the pressure of the thunder tribulation. They began to float, swirling around the center, unleashing a ghostly wind that swept across the land.

"Since when did Azure Cloud have such a powerful ghost cultivator?"

"Is this the Astral Projection of the Adept Realm? This senior must have cultivated psychic powers for over fifteen hundred years to accumulate such a profound foundation. How else could they control so many ghosts?"

"That wrathful King Kong... It's the tribulation of the Master Realm, designed to suppress the breakthrough of the Adept Realm expert. It has already taken form. "

"I've witnessed Master Realm breakthroughs before. It seems our senior's Astral Form, the embodiment of their Master Realm psychic understanding, is about to emerge... Look... That's..."

As the thunder tribulation reached its peak, all the observing psychics held their breath.

Witnessing an Adept Realm expert breaking through to the Master Realm would be beneficial for their own cultivation!

But in the next moment, their expressions turned grave.

"It's a third-level Master Realm tribulation!"

Above the black mist, the Dead Souls, swirling like a storm, began to coalesce.

An Astral Form emerged!

It was...

Two gates, massive and imposing!

Even from afar, they could sense the ancient and mysterious aura emanating from the closed gates.

The two black gates radiated deathly energy. Two bronze rings adorned their surface, which was engraved with the image of a ferocious Asura.

The gates simply floated there, as if an unspeakable horror awaited anyone who dared to pull the rings and open them.

"This..."

Unlike the others, who were simply astonished, Old Ralph was stunned as he gazed at the two gates.

He remembered a time when he had led the Ghost Eye Demonic Gate disciples back to Azure Cloud and participated in the border war.

Back then, they had combined their powers to unleash the Ghost Eye Demonic Gate's secret technique, the "Gates of the Underworld," summoning millions of souls from the underworld to vanquish their enemies...

These gates... they looked eerily similar to the Gates of the Underworld.

"A third-level Master Realm tribulation."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

The sky churned, filled with ghostly energy and crackling lightning.

The wrathful King Kong formed by the thunder tribulation slammed its fist against the ghostly gates.

A deafening boom echoed as psychic energy rippled outwards.

On the Druids' side, Shane, who was being held back by Mike, breathed a sigh of relief despite his apprehension.

His companion, Moon God, had died at the hands of the Blackwoods.

He knew that Nathan, even at the early stage of the Adept Realm, had been able to fight Mike.

He also knew that the Death Coffin, a high-level psychic artifact whose secrets he had never been able to unravel, had returned to Nathan's possession.

His greatest fear was that Nathan, blessed with extraordinary talent, had stumbled upon some incredible opportunity or enlightenment in the Ancient Battlefield, allowing him to break through to the fifth level of the Master Realm.

But if it was only the third level...