My Descendants Are My Power

Chapter 332 - 332: Fear was a distant memory

While George, Joseph, and the others were having a grand old time in the outer region, deep within the Heavenly Path Psychic Sanctuary, Marcus found himself in dire straits.

He was situated above a serene lake, within a structure that resembled a massive, partially formed black cube, its edges shimmering like distant stars. This was no ordinary structure; it was Marcus's Sky Palace.

Surrounding the Sky Palace were three Competent Force Psychics, seated in a triangular formation. They channeled their mystical energy, weaving a complex spell, their intent clear: to breach the palace's defenses.

One of these Psychics was none other than Neil, the woman from the Parker family of Fortune Sanctum, the very same woman who had been in league with Blackwood and King Phillips.

"Blackwood Marcus, Sect Master of Sky Sect, you came to Sunshine City with five thousand Sky disciples at your back," Neil's voice echoed across the water, calm and steady. "Had you remained within your sect, we would have left you be. We have no desire for unnecessary bloodshed. However, you couldn't resist the allure of the Heavenly Path Psychic Sanctuary, could you?"

Inside the Sky Palace, Marcus sat in deep meditation, his brow furrowed as he listened to Neil's words. He made no move to respond, his focus solely on the task at hand.

In his hand, a sphere of water floated effortlessly, defying gravity. As Marcus channeled his mystical energy, refining the water and reinforcing the Sky Palace's defenses, Ethan watched, his concern growing.

[Your descendant, Marcus, has entered the Heavenly Path Psychic Sanctuary. He has been laying low, avoiding conflict, and

"Of all the times for this to happen... three Competent Force Psychics working together!" Ethan muttered, his concern growing. Refining a mystical artifact was a long and arduous process, one that could take years, even decades.

Marcus was trapped, unable to escape while the refinement was underway. However, the Sky Palace was no ordinary artifact. Even with their combined might, the three Competent Force Psychics could only hope to contain Marcus, not overpower him.

Marcus couldn't seem to catch a break. He had dedicated his life to the Sky Sect, rising through the ranks to become a favored disciple, only to lose his master shortly after. He had persevered, earning the recognition of the sect's elders once more, only to be forced into seclusion during the Blackwood conflict.

He had eventually ascended to the position of Sect Master, but fate had dealt him another blow with the disappearance of Daoist Warren.

And now, just as he had stumbled upon a priceless opportunity for advancement, he was trapped once more.

It seemed Marcus's life was an endless cycle of fortune and misfortune.

Outside, Neil's voice broke through Marcus's concentration. "Marcus, I know you're in the midst of refining a mystical artifact. But do you truly believe this trinket can protect you indefinitely? Consider this,I could summon every powerful Psychic within the Heavenly Path Psychic Sanctuary. It's only a matter of time before your little sanctuary crumbles."

"Surrender now, Marcus. I won't harm you. I merely wish to strike a deal, a mutually beneficial agreement between you and Blackwood."

Finally, Marcus responded, his voice echoing from within the Sky Palace.

"Leave. Or, by all means, summon your allies. Let them come." His tone was calm, resolute.

Having reached this level of cultivation, fear was a distant memory. He could guess the nature of Neil's proposed deal. It undoubtedly involved exploiting his family for their gain. He knew the Parkers well; they would stop at nothing to further their own interests.

"I've caused my family enough trouble for one lifetime. If this is truly the end, then I'll face it head-on."

Marcus opened his eyes, his gaze unwavering. The Heavenly Path Tear hovered before him, pulsating with power. Tendrils of mystical energy danced across his palms.

He had one final trump card to play.

He could disperse the Sky Palace, merging its essence with his own. It would be a double-edged sword, pushing his body and spirit to their absolute limit, risking complete annihilation.

But it would unleash the full might of the Sky Palace, calling down a devastating nine-nine tribulation lightning storm. If Neil was to be believed, if a horde of Competent Force Psychics, or even a Basic Mastery expert, awaited him...

"A worthy end," Marcus murmured, a wry smile gracing his lips.

Outside, Neil's composure faltered. "You..."

Marcus's unwavering defiance took her aback. She took a deep breath, struggling to maintain her composure. "Very well, Marcus. I'll allow you time to reconsider. You're young, with immense potential. You could even reach the Basic Mastery level someday.

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"It would be a shame for a Rising Star like you to perish within the Heavenly Path Psychic Sanctuary. I've heard your family holds you in high regard. Why cling so stubbornly to this path?"

"Yield, and I promise my demands will be reasonable. You'll be treated well under my care."

The Sky Palace trembled, the air thick with Marcus's unyielding resolve.

"Never," his voice boomed, echoing with the strength of his conviction.