Another day passed, and Ethan had road all over Blackwood, witnessing its developnt firsthand.
Now, in the depths of winter, he sat cross-legged once again beneath the Blood Psychic Fruit Tree.
"Twenty years, and I've finally made it," he thought. Inside him, the flas that had fueled his power were slowly extinguishing. Looking inward, Ethan could clearly see the intricate patterns on his Developing Skill.
Only one step remained.
Ethan exhaled deeply, stretching out his hand as winter snowflakes drifted through his palm.
Nearby, the children of Blackwood, bundled up in thick coats with their cheeks red from the cold, played around the Blood Psychic Fruit Tree.
They grew up happy and protected under the watchful eyes of their forebearers and the Boar Monarch Pete, feeling the psychic powers bestowed from 'above'.
In the past, the Boar Monarch Pete often brought noise and chaos with the children, which Ethan found unexpectedly disruptive. But now, as he prepared to leave, he found these monts endearing.
[Your Developing Skill, fully imprinted!]
As the final pattern was etched onto the Developing Skill by the psychic fire, Ethan's aura surged powerfully!
[Congratulations, you have successfully forged the Divine Pill!]
The Twin Fish Harmony Seal reappeared, spinning beneath him, with the Five Elents psychic powers forming its periter. The scope of his Twin Fish Harmony Seal expanded, eventually enveloping all of Blackwood!
It was a pity, though.
After twenty years of effort and forging the Developing Skill, Ethan's imnse talent went largely unnoticed, just as few had known the true extent of his capabilities before.
"It's ti to leave."
Ethan reached out, feeling the winter of Blackwood one last ti. He took one final look at Blackwood, only to see the snow turning a deep red.
Looking up, he saw the Blood Psychic Fruit Tree undergoing a transformation, its vital essence dyeing the entire Blackwood, affecting the sky above!
[With your card position contract, the family's sacred tree, after absorbing the blood of tens of thousands and devouring the power of the Developing Skill, under the influence of your Twin Fish and Five Elents, sensing the cosmic forces for twenty years, has finally undergone a new transformation!]
[A Seventh-Grade Primordial Blood Tree!]
[It has awakened its spirit, recognizing any child of Blackwood after years of companionship, and now, it will reciprocate—]
At that mont, not only was Ethan looking up at the sky, but the entire population of Blackwood and Gratitude Village were also witnessing this extraordinary phenonon.
Initially, they were frightened by the blood-red snowflakes, which seed quite eerie. However, once they realized that the blood snow was harmless and actually beneficial, they stepped outside in amazent.
People spread their hands to catch the snowflakes.
Bizarre and eerie, yet the blood snow made the harsh winter feel incredibly warm, and extraordinary events began to unfold among them.
So even began to breakthrough on the spot!
[The Primordial Blood Tree, after years of accumulating excess blood essence, will transform it into psychic power, rging it into the clouds to beco snowflakes. All who bathe in it will receive the psychic power gifts of the Primordial Blood Tree!]
[All descendants of Blackwood, protected by the Primordial Blood Tree, gain a collective trait—]
[Primordial Clan!]
[Wherever the roots of the Primordial Blood Tree spread, the descendants of Blackwood will forever enjoy its protection, with a 10% increase in the speed of cultivating psychic powers!]
[The power of the Five Elents, fundantal forces that govern the universe's trajectory, will reveal parts of destiny. The Primordial Blood Tree can sense the talents of any Blackwood descendant, foreseeing monts of their future destinies, making the best choices for them.]
At this mont, the Primordial Blood Tree had truly beco a divine tree!
Ethan's face lit up with joy. He hadn't expected that the blood tree he had nurtured for years would give him such a surprise upon his departure from this world. It was a testant to the years of hard work at Blackwood, dealing with demonically possessed psychics, feeding the tree with blood, drop by drop.
Soon, the people of Blackwood gathered around, floating in the air, astonished as a gigantic human face gradually erged from the massive trunk of the Primordial Blood Tree. It was the face of an old man, entirely ford from bark, lifelike in every detail.
"Forebearer... has shown his psychic powers again?!"
"Nonsense, that's the Blood Psychic Fruit Tree developing sentience! But you could also say it's the Forebearer showing his powers—I can feel the Forebearer's elental forces in it!"
"What? Good heavens, its eyeballs moved... huh? Staring at ? My bad!"
The older generation at Blackwood, however, smiled broadly. They had long noticed the oddities of the Primordial Blood Tree, and its breakthrough was within reason.
Unexpectedly, after surveying the crowd at Blackwood, the Primordial Blood Tree spoke in an ancient, sowhat heavy voice, "I can hear."
Sensing the depth in the tree's tone, they all sobered up, and Thomas dared not act rashly.
More blood-red snowflakes fell from the sky, landing on the hair and shoulders of the people of Blackwood. The entire place, as if stained red, was filled with a bloody, sweet scent. They felt today's wind was unusually cold.
The eyes of the Primordial Blood Tree then turned towards the sky beyond Blackwood. "I can see."
Everyone followed the gaze of the Primordial Blood Tree's eyes to see George, dressed in his night suit, returning on his sword. He seed utterly oblivious to the strange phenona at ho and unconcerned about what was happening at Blackwood.
He was wailing loudly, yet his voice never reached Blackwood.
The Primordial Blood Tree closed its eyes. "Next year's earth should be as red as today's snow. May Blackwood slaughter millions."
Its words were as bloody as the sky above Blackwood today.
Today at Blackwood was supposed to be filled with joy.
Whenever soone made a breakthrough, the clan would gather together, bubbling with excitent.
There would be a pet pig, much like a family mber, running around with the Blackwood children, promising them that next year he would forge a psychic pool in the Silver Iron Forest to help them grow quickly.
For twenty years, the laughter of old pig Pete and the children had been a noisy but welco presence for Ethan.
However, today, as the Primordial Blood Tree underwent its transformation, there was no sign of the old pig Pete, nor were there any sounds of children's laughter.
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