My Descendants Are My Power

Across the world, in every place Olivia's spirit had wandered, a strange affliction gripped the living.

Faces flushed, breaths grew ragged, and a bone-deep chill settled in their bones.

It was as if an invisible hand had wrapped around their very life force, threatening to extinguish it with a single squeeze.

Death brushed against them, a whisper of oblivion.

These were ordinary people, unaware of the cosmic drama unfolding around them.

They felt only a fleeting moment of terror, a brush with the abyss, before the pressure lifted, leaving them shaken and confused.

They chalked it up to fatigue, a trick of the mind, and continued with their day.

...

"Olivia!"

Above Glory City, hundreds of thousands of pillars of light descended from the heavens, each one a conduit for the world's life force, flowing back into the city, restoring what had been lost.

The storm raged on, lightning illuminating Ethan's grief-stricken face as he watched Olivia, her expression contorted in a mixture of pain and determination.

\\[Your descendant, Olivia, has borrowed the essence of life, accumulating vast fortune over the years.\\]

\\[As she breaks through to Basic Mastery, she seeks the heavens' aid, offering her accumulated fortune in exchange for the lives of Glory City's people.\\] Your journey continues on empire

\\[Congratulations! Your family's ancestral home is reborn. Glory City will soon be restored to its former glory, its people granted a second chance at life.\\]

\\[Family Willpower gained: 200\\]

\\[Your descendant, Olivia, is breaking through to Basic Mastery. She has chosen to undergo the First Rank Basic Mastery Tribulation.\\]

\\[Special Trait gained: Greater Good\\]

\\[Sacrificing oneself for the many. Her understanding of the Heavenly Dao has increased by 20%, and her comprehension of the Lifeline has increased by 30%.\\]

At the heart of the maelstrom, Ethan watched as the pillars of light bathed Glory City in their ethereal glow.

He saw the countless threads of life force, borrowed from souls across the world, unraveling above Olivia's head, along with the shimmering orbs of fortune she had painstakingly gathered.

"Why?" Ethan whispered, his voice heavy with sorrow.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Olivia had become a spirit the day the Heavenly Path attacked Glory City.

For over a century, she had searched for a way to reclaim her physical form, and she had found it.

By sacrificing a fraction of the life force she had gathered, along with the fortune accumulated over a century, she could use the tribulation to forge a new body.

This new body, infused with the essence of countless lives and the blessings of the heavens, would have possessed unparalleled potential, surpassing even Isaac's natural gifts.

She would have become a true prodigy, capable of ascending to unimaginable heights of power.

But Olivia had chosen a different path.

She had given this opportunity, this chance at a glorious destiny, to the people of Glory City.

She had held the power of life and death in her hands, and she had chosen compassion.

Ethan, his heart aching with pride and sorrow, accepted her decision.

He watched as Glory City awakened, its people blinking in the sunlight, their faces filled with wonder and gratitude.

This was his legacy, his bloodline, and he couldn't be prouder.

In the center of Glory City, the Primordial Bloodwood Tree, dormant for over a century, stirred.

New buds, vibrant and full of life, sprouted from its withered branches.

...

Thunder roared, shaking the heavens as Olivia's tribulation reached its peak.

She remained suspended in mid-air, her eyes closed, a serene smile gracing her lips.

The wind carried the scent of fresh earth, a testament to Glory City's rebirth.

She could feel the life force coursing through the city, a symphony of heartbeats and breaths.

Her elder sister's beloved tree was alive once more.

Old Man Dennis, his body no longer a dusty husk, sat in the Iron Forest Horse, his fingers plucking at the guzheng, filling the air with the same melody George had once played for their family.

"They're alive. That's all that matters."

Olivia's smile widened, a childlike innocence shining through her exhaustion.

Glory City had come so far.

From a humble village built by refugees, it had grown into the most powerful family in Cloudview County.

Generation after generation had poured their hearts and souls into their home, only to see it destroyed.

During her years as a spirit, the Forebearer had urged her to reclaim her physical form.

The entire family had rallied around her, searching for a solution, a way to reverse the Heavenly Path's cruelty.

When they finally found a way, a glimmer of hope in the darkness, the entire family had rejoiced.

Olivia could still remember the joy in their eyes, the relief in their voices.

"But I... I wanted to see the joy in your eyes when you returned to Glory City. We've lost so much, it's time we took something back. I'm sorry."

Olivia turned to the Forebearer's glowing Psychic Position, her voice filled with remorse.

"Forebearer, I couldn't reclaim my body. I made a deal with the heavens. In exchange for the lives and fortune I've gathered, I asked for Glory City's rebirth."

The Psychic Position pulsed with warmth, the Forebearer's essence washing over Olivia, a comforting presence in the heart of the storm.

"Thank you, Forebearer."

Olivia smiled at the Forebearer's Psychic Position, then took a deep breath, her gaze fixed on the sky.

The First Rank Basic Mastery Tribulation was upon her, but the lightning remained below, channeling its power into Glory City, weaving a tapestry of life and hope.

A shimmering barrier, subtle yet impenetrable, enveloped the city, separating it from the outside world.

The Primordial Bloodwood Tree, its branches heavy with new growth, pulsed with renewed vigor.

A wizened face, etched into its ancient bark, seemed to observe the unfolding events with a mixture of awe and approval.

Olivia's Psychic Position pulsed with power, her eyes glowing with an eerie black light.

She saw them now, the crimson threads of fate, radiating outwards from her, connecting her to every corner of the Emerald Empire.

Dark tendrils of energy, drawn to her like moths to a flame, converged on her position, the strongest connection emanating from Sunshine Mansion, pulsing with defiance.

In the distance, the threads connecting Austin to his projections snapped, one by one.

The First Rank Basic Mastery Tribulation raged around her, but Olivia felt her connection to the Lifeline strengthen, her control over fate solidifying.

She had severed the Heavenly Path's influence, and in doing so, she had tipped the scales.

"Forebearer," Olivia murmured, a triumphant smile spreading across her lips.

"The Heavenly Path's reign is over."

Ethan watched as Olivia turned her gaze towards the Azure Cloud, her eyes cold and calculating.

"But it seems we have some pests to deal with."