My Descendants Are My Power

Even though Daniel had been managing the powers on both sides for Amelia all these years, he knew very well that it was Amelia whom the Psychics truly revered. His efforts were merely to support his aunt, who wasn't as adept at managing power.

"What? Great-aunt is actually... the Saintess of the Demon Cave?!!"

The youngest of the three was agape, incredulous. This time, they truly felt the power of their great-aunt!

The Saintess of the Demon Cave!

In legends.

At the deepest part of the Thunderfire Demon Cave, a Class B mutant psychic was sealed. And within the entire cave, the real authority was the Saintess of the Demon Cave!

Their hierarchy was strict, and it was rumored that the Saintess could command all the mutant psychics in the Thunderfire Demon Cave.

"Thunderfire Demon Cave, Demon Hunters Alliance..."

Edward stared blankly, "Our Blackwood family has such power?"

"Never lose respect for your great-grandmother; she is... the greatest contributor to our family, even if you can't see her contributions."

Feeling the aura of these three children, Daniel sighed deeply and then laughed heartily, "Because of her, now here—"

"Carries the name Blackwood!"

As Daniel's words fell.

The three youngsters looked up, never imagining that the Thunderfire Demon Cave and the Demon Hunters Alliance, legendary for their fierce battles, were not just tragic tales.

And the one behind all this was their great-grandmother!

At that moment.

They seemed to see the clouds in the sky gathering together, gradually forming a giant 'B', suppressing the entire Thunderfire Demon Cave and Demon Hunters Alliance.

They even heard the story of how their great-grandmother came alone to allow the temple guardian beast to transform.

A scene appeared in their minds.

In this land covered with dark clouds, filled with warfare, mutant psychics and righteous Psychics were battling. Until one day, a frail girl carrying a medicine basket, tightly gripping the straps of the basket, walked into the Thunderfire Demon Cave and sat down on the central throne, balancing the forces of good and evil here!

"Let's go, meet your great-grandfather."

Daniel called out to the three youngsters.

...

Soon they arrived deep within the Thunderfire Demon Cave, where intense heat emanated from the Psychic Sanctuary.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The sound of metal striking metal came from the Psychic Sanctuary, making their eardrums tremble, the ground shaking with each impact, like a minor earthquake!

Daniel had already left.

Leaving the three youngsters outside the Psychic Sanctuary, dumbfounded.

Inside the Psychic Sanctuary, they saw a man with a bare torso and wearing tattered pants, his body covered in bulging muscles, furiously hammering a pitted iron block with a hammer bigger than his own body!

That was their great-grandfather, Julian!

"Come in!" Julian didn't even glance at his three great-grandsons as he continued to hammer away at the iron block, his eyes red with the same fervor he had back in the forge at Gratitude Village.

This roar had already caused the three youngsters to tremble with fear as they entered the Psychic Sanctuary. Here, thunder from an unknown source struck into a river formed by a waterfall of magma. Lightning and fire intermingled, and the magma exploded continuously, splashing around, even reaching behind Julian, giving the Thunderfire Demon Cave its name.

"Great-grandfather..." The three youngsters stood respectfully in front of their great-grandfather.

If this had been before they entered Amelia's Psychic Sanctuary, Julian would have been very affectionate towards them, but now he was not.

Amelia had sealed the Psychic Sanctuary, but Julian felt it too—the life force she used to extend the lives of these three children, refining them!

That strange poison pond, Amelia couldn't control it at all, her words about the bizarre psychic creatures were just to make him feel like Amelia had everything under control.

"Now, pick up this equipment!" Julian continued hammering, his body starting to show a phantom image of a hammer floating above him!

The three youngsters dared not speak further. They glanced at the ground in front of their great-grandfather, where three sets of black armor lay, each chest piece with nine iron bars.

"Yes!" They endured the heat of the Psychic Sanctuary, and just as they were about to lift the armor, their expressions changed. With their Level Seven Foundational Energy, they had to use all their strength just to lift the armor!

"From now on, you will wear this set of armor every day, no matter what you're doing—eating, drinking, relieving yourselves, wear it! When you can bear the weight of the armor, pull out one of the bars from the chest."

"Two years, if those nine bars are still there in two years, I will disown you three as my great-grandsons!" The three youngsters' faces turned pale.

They had already used all their strength to put on the armor, and now even walking was extremely difficult, sweat covering their bodies.

They didn't understand.

Why was their great-grandfather, whom they were meeting for the first time, so harsh on them?

"Clang! Clang! Clang!" The great-grandfather continued to furiously hammer the iron block, but the three youngsters dared not ask further. They could feel that besides forging, their great-grandfather harbored an unknown anger and guilt.

"What are you still standing here for? Go run a couple of laps."

"After today, someone will bring you elixirs and heavenly materials. Whatever it is, digest it as quickly as possible!"

"Remember, you only have two years. I want results!" With Julian's roar, the three children staggered out running.

It seemed that the family rumors had always been fabricated by others; the ferocity of the great-grandfather was false.

If the great-grandfather brought them the gift of eldership, and the great-grandmother brought them gentle nurturing, then from their great-grandfather, they only felt the strictness of an elder.

"Whimper, big brother, why is great-grandfather so harsh on us?" Nicholas's eyes were red.

Donna gritted her teeth, "Quit your whining! Great-grandfather is trying to make us grow. He's also being kind to us."

Hearing this, Edward looked guilty but remained silent, running even faster.

He could faintly feel that everything was related to him; perhaps if he hadn't committed that act in the past, his siblings wouldn't have to suffer because of him.

"Twenty years, I must show results, not to let the elders and my siblings down!"