My Descendants Are My Power

As Kenneth's words sank in, Grant's face drained of color.

They... they weren't bluffing!

"Are you... are you insane?!"

Inside Phillips Manor.

Patriarch Phillips accepted half the precious materials from Daoist Holy Flame, an eyebrow arching slightly.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Interesting. Heavenly Path certainly has a knack for extravagance. But I suppose it's to be expected, considering his fragmented existence and vast resources."

Daoist Holy Flame stiffened, sensing a shift in the atmosphere.

Patriarch Phillips's expression had darkened considerably.

"Elder Jaxon, you received your share. Surely you're not going back on our agreement?"

"Daoist Holy Flame, that's precisely why you and your ilk are fools," Patriarch Phillips scoffed.

"The Phillips family lives by a simple creed: unwavering loyalty. Once we choose a side, we commit fully, without reservation or selfish ambition. It's this principle that has allowed us to thrive for millennia. Do you truly believe I, Jaxon, would disregard the teachings of my ancestors?"

"You...!"

In a heartbeat, Patriarch Phillips unleashed his domain, ignoring the lingering pain of his injuries.

A wave of killing intent washed over Cloudview County.

And then...

"BOOM!"

A deafening thunderclap, like the wrath of the heavens, shook the region, silencing the escalating conflict.

Every eye in Cloudview County turned towards the Azure Cloud border.

"What was that...?"

An oppressive aura, a mixture of potent prime spirit energy and raw celestial power, descended from the sky.

Daoist Holy Flame, forgetting his deal with Patriarch Phillips, shot into the air.

All around the Azure Cloud, Psychics rose in alarm.

"Someone's breaking through to Basic Mastery?!"

On the horizon, a massive storm raged, stretching across the sky for thousands of miles.

"Impossible! That tribulation... it originated outside Cloudview County, but it's moving towards us. It's... it's moving!"

The inhabitants of Cloudview County watched in awe and trepidation.

Normally, whether it was a Competent Force expert or a Basic Master undergoing tribulation, the area of effect remained relatively contained.

But this...

This tribulation moved like a celestial storm, unpredictable and terrifying.

Even Patriarch Phillips and Daoist Holy Flame, both seasoned Basic Masters, couldn't fathom its nature.

Their attempts to probe the tribulation with their prime spirits were met with an impenetrable veil.

"This is bad! That tribulation... it's heading towards Glory City!"

"What?!"

"Look! Within the tribulation... so many Psychic Positions..."

"It's... it's the Blackwoods?!"

Panic gripped the Azure Cloud.

The terrifying tribulation, having originated beyond their borders, was now bearing down on Glory City.

It finally came to a halt above the city, the sky ablaze with lightning that crackled and roared but never struck the ground.

At the heart of the maelstrom, a figure floated serenely, untouched by the tempest's fury.

The lightning, as if sentient, kept a respectful distance, forming a protective barrier around Glory City.

Slowly, the onlookers noticed something extraordinary.

Spiritual energy, drawn from the very essence of the world, was converging on Glory City, coalescing into shimmering motes of light.

For over a century, Glory City had slumbered, a desolate reminder of the Heavenly Path's cruelty.

Now, it was awakening.

Time seemed to rewind, revealing Glory City frozen in the moments before the tragedy.

Citizens went about their daily lives, the streets bustling with activity.

Merchants hawked their wares, families prepared meals, and children played.

Within the Blackwood estate, servants diligently cleaned and cooked, unaware of the impending doom.

As the tribulation intensified, the spiritual energy grew denser, bathing the city in an ethereal glow.

The inhabitants paused, their gazes drawn skyward.

A flicker of confusion crossed their faces, quickly replaced by a spark of recognition.

"Today, I undergo the tribulation of Basic Mastery. I borrow the essence of life, I draw upon the boundless fortune of the heavens, to breathe life back into Glory City!"

A voice, cold and resolute, echoed through the air, a plea and a challenge to the heavens.

The people of Cloudview County watched in stunned silence.

They knew the truth of Glory City.

The inhabitants, frozen in time, were long dead, their lives claimed by the Heavenly Path's rampage or forfeited to maintain the temporal anomaly.

And now, this unknown voice, this audacious soul, dared to ask the heavens to restore what had been lost.

"She... she's asking the heavens to revive the dead of Glory City?" Patriarch Phillips, momentarily forgetting his animosity towards Daoist Holy Flame, stared in disbelief.

The tribulation was unlike anything he had ever witnessed in his long life.

"Preposterous! The heavens are unfeeling, uncaring. Those people are gone, their fates sealed by their own choices. The heavens wouldn't interfere in such matters." Daoist Holy Flame scoffed, though even his cynicism couldn't completely mask his astonishment.

He couldn't shake off a growing sense of unease.

He recognized the voice, the Blackwood audacity.

They were using the tribulation as a platform, a desperate gamble to right a past wrong.

But countless souls had pleaded with the heavens during their tribulations, and the heavens had remained indifferent.

"Hmph!" Patriarch Phillips snorted at Daoist Holy Flame's derision, though he shared the sentiment.

All eyes remained fixed on the spectacle unfolding above Glory City.

The voice rang out once more, filled with unwavering determination.

"Have mercy, heavens! Restore life to Glory City!"

Thunder roared, shaking the very foundations of the world.

The Azure Cloud Psychics felt the raw anger woven into the voice, a challenge to the celestial order.

The tribulation intensified, as if angered by the audacity of the plea.

And then, something miraculous happened.

The onlookers gasped, their eyes wide with disbelief.

The figure within the tribulation, her voice laced with icy fury, roared her defiance.

"Have mercy!"

This time, the heavens responded.

The lightning storm above Glory City convulsed, transforming into a colossal dragon of pure energy.

Arcs of lightning, crackling with unimaginable power, snaked through the air, drawn to the spiritual energy converging on the city.

The energy coalesced, forming pillars of light that enveloped the inhabitants of Glory City, bathing them in a radiant glow.

And then, like withered grass touched by the first rains of spring, life returned to Glory City.

Color bloomed on pale cheeks, chests rose and fell with the rhythm of renewed breath, and vacant eyes flickered with life.

Even outside the city walls, plants and trees surged with renewed vigor, their growth visible to the naked eye.

"How... how is this possible?!"

"Life! Glory City is alive again! The dead... they've been revived!" Explore more at empire

"The heavens... they answered!"