My Descendants Are My Power

"The children are depending on us.The Druids won't let us go, and the Sunshine Mansion is crawling with wolves in sheep's clothing."

"Even if the kids made it to the Heavenly Path Psychic Sanctuary, they're still in trouble.We have to seek help from this Crystal Crest, a place I've never even heard of."

"When you have people you care about, you have no choice but to play the game.Honey, I've come to understand that if we can't escape this mess, we have to fight our way out."

"I'm going to the demon realm.At the very least, I'll inherit the Demon Saint's legacy.Let's see who dares to touch my children then, no matter how ambitious they become!"

Luna's words silenced Nathan and Ethan.

Neither of them understood Luna as well as she understood herself.

The path of cultivating psychic powers wasn't always about pushing forward relentlessly.

But with so many people and things weighing on her mind, Luna, despite her usually peaceful demeanor, still clung to her habit of tending to her psychic beasts at the Iron Forest Horse Ranch.

She seemed unfazed by the turmoil at home, but perhaps her heart wasn't as tranquil as her surface suggested.

Nathan pondered for a long while before turning to Luna with a smile.

"Honey, don't you worry about a thing.I've got this family.You go to the north.If there's any trouble, send word, and I'll bring the kids to back you up!"

Seeing her husband's fierce expression, Luna couldn't help but laugh at his tough-guy act.

"Look at you, all bark and no bite."

Witnessing their affectionate exchange, Ethan quickly excused himself from the Death Coffin.

He knew better than to stick around for the passionate farewell that was sure to follow.

…

Seven days passed.

Blackwood's message was sent back to the Fox Tribe.

The journey was long, and they needed the Fox Tribe's cooperation.

He could only hope they weren't more worried about Luna's safety than he was.

Meanwhile, the battle in Cloudview County raged on, but within the Heavenly Path Psychic Sanctuary, the Blackwood clan remained calm and composed.

Ethan waited beneath Crystal Crest, where Mary knelt, pleading with Phil, the Daoist master of Crystal Crest, to intervene.

As the mentor of the Heavenly Path Venerable, Mary believed Phil might know some secrets about the Heavenly Path Psychic Sanctuary, perhaps even a way to open it and free her children.

As Blackwood spread the word, more and more psychics flocked to Crystal Crest.

They glanced at Mary before joining her in kneeling, adding their voices to the plea for Phil's help.

Despite their differences, the dire situation within the Heavenly Path Psychic Sanctuary, where their most powerful disciples and kin were trapped, united them under a common cause.

As Luna and Olivia had predicted, the Bright Light Institute was the most vocal, their members shouting insults outside Crystal Crest.

Though they refrained from outright profanity, their words were nonetheless vulgar and offensive.

Ethan listened with growing unease.

If this were anywhere but Blackwood, these troublemakers would have been dealt with swiftly and brutally.

"Master!"

Within the ordinary-looking psychic sanctuary atop Crystal Crest, a disciple appeared before Phil, who remained in his unassuming mortal form.

The disciple frowned.

"As you predicted, Blackwood Mary has rallied various factions.Somehow, they've learned that the Heavenly Path Venerable was once your disciple."

The disciple's frown deepened.

"Master, I must ask, why is the Heavenly Path Psychic Sanctuary sealed?The Heavenly Path Venerable's lifespan ended millennia ago.Why would his resting place seal itself?It makes no sense, and now this chaos unfolds."

"Do not concern yourself with matters beyond your purview."

Phil sighed and waved a dismissive hand.

His next words made the disciple's face pale.

"Foolish creatures, driven by their own greed.Their intrusion into the Heavenly Path Psychic Sanctuary is no concern of Crystal Crest.Yet, they dare to come here and make demands?They court their own destruction."

"Go, Samuel.Make an example.Let them know that they are nworthy to even set foot on Crystal Crest, let alone make demands."

Samuel's face was a mask of conflict.

He had spent centuries cultivating psychic powers at Crystal Crest and had never harmed an innocent soul.

This sacred ground had always been a place of peaceful cultivation, as his master had taught him.

And now, he was being ordered to… kill these desperate people who merely sought answers?

His master could easily explain the situation, yet he chose to conceal the truth!

"Master, I…"

"Go!" Phil snapped.

"An example, not a massacre.

The Blackwood clan started this, so… eliminate Mary."

"What are you waiting for?!" Phil roared when Samuel hesitated.

The outburst shocked Samuel.

He had never seen his master so enraged.

Phil, the epitome of composure, was now a tempest of fury.

Samuel barely recognized him.

He even sensed… fear?

"Yes, Master."

Samuel could only obey, his heart heavy with dread.

Phil sighed, his youthful face a mask of despair.

"I can only hope this isn't another one of Heavenly Path's tests.

And I hope… that it is."

But moments later, Phil's expression shifted from despair to horror.

Samuel returned, not with Mary's blood on his hands, but with Mary herself in tow.

Phil's fury erupted, and he appeared beside Samuel in a flash, startling his disciple.

Phil glared at Mary, who looked back with confusion.

He grabbed Samuel by the collar, his voice shaking with rage.

"What have you done?!You imbecile!Who told you to bring her here?I ordered you to kill her!You dare disobey me?!"

"You want to kill me?" Mary frowned.

She had come to Crystal Crest prepared to die.

But neither Phil nor Samuel paid her any mind.

Samuel trembled under his master's wrath.

"Master, I… I couldn't bring myself to kill an innocent.If you want her dead… do it yourself!"

"You…"

Phil's youthful face, framed by white hair, flushed red with anger.

He drew a deep breath, regaining control.

"So be it.Your heart is too kind, Samuel.You fail to grasp that sometimes, sacrificing one can save countless others."

"What do you mean, Master?" Mary was utterly bewildered.

Even Ethan, who had been ready to sacrifice everything to save Mary, was taken aback.

Phil seemed to have abandoned any intention to kill, replaced by… despair?

Ethan couldn't shake the feeling that his family's venture into the Heavenly Path Psychic Sanctuary had disturbed something forbidden.

Why else would Phil act so strangely?

As Ethan pondered, Phil placed his hand on Mary's head, her eyes rolling back in her head.