Bella quietly waited for ten seconds, but nothing unusual happened.
She opened her eyes and sifted through the fire pit. Why was there no response from her ancestors? Should she have shouted a slogan during this part of the ritual?
What should she shout? For the tribe?!
She immediately felt that her idea was absurd, as her longing for supernatural powers made her anxious.
There were no fixed phrases here, and certainly no need for a unified slogan.
Every ancestor has different personalities; there is no one-size-fits-all approach to contacting all ancestors.
According to Billy Black, as long as you communicate sincerely, that should be enough. If one ancestor doesn’t favor you, perhaps the next one will. After all, there are many ancestors, and it’s a mutual selection process; sooner or later, you’ll find one willing to help you.
Did the Swan family have any particularly extraordinary ancestors? Bella didn’t know.
But she understood a general principle: wealth doesn’t last more than three generations. And what about poverty? Poverty also doesn’t extend beyond three generations because if you’re too poor, you won’t be able to marry, and naturally, there won’t be any descendants.
Theoretically, there should have been a few remarkable individuals in the Swan family’s lineage.
Bella watched nervously as her blood burned in the fire pit, not bothering to bandage her wound. She recounted her experience in the plane accident to the fire pit, hoping that an ancestor would take a liking to her and lend a hand.
This time, there was a change. She felt a surge of power within her blood, her heart beating wildly, and her cells responding boilingly.
Once her blood in the fire pit resonated to a certain degree, the call of her bloodline was answered. Bella’s spirit began navigating through a sea of spirits using her blood as a vessel.
It was like a dream, but not a dream; it was seemingly objective yet not. Bella had never had such a wondrous experience. With no sails or oars, the blood vessel moved slowly towards a gathering of light spheres, guided by her will.
Her spirit looked no different from her usual state; she was still Bella, and Bella was her. There were no outsiders here. After adjusting to the existence of her spirit form, she began to focus on her purpose.
“Please help me. I’m being troubled by someone called the Grim Reaper or something similar,” she repeatedly stated her purpose. The light spheres interacted with her as she delved deeper into the sea of spirits.
These were ancestors connected to her, and the light spheres looked curiously at this descendant who had entered their realm.
Bella was also doing some filtering.
Those willing to approach her were direct ancestors, like her great-grandfather, great-grandmother, great-great-grandfather, great-great-grandmother, and so on.
Those who were indifferent were more distant relatives, like some obscure seventh great-uncle or ninth great-grandmother.
The light spheres varied in brightness; the brighter ones usually had higher achievements, while the dimmer ones were primarily ordinary people.
But high achievements didn’t necessarily mean they were supernatural beings; she needed to examine each closely.
A doctor? It’s not practical; I’m nearly dead myself. Goodbye!
A factory worker on the assembly line? This ancestor had it worse than me. Goodbye!
A small merchant? Money isn’t brought into life and can’t be taken to death. What’s the use? It’s irrelevant to my current situation. Goodbye!
A chief mate? Seems not too helpful either.
As Bella delved deeper into the sea of spirits, she became anxious. She was beginning to doubt her theory about poverty not lasting more than three generations. The Swan family was never destitute, but according to her observations, they were never rich either! Was their family history just too ordinary? Did she have an ancestor who could help her fight the Grim Reaper?
Every twenty years represents a generation, and she had to keep searching back in time.
After five generations, no remarkable individuals were found within the last hundred years.
After ten generations, it seemed there were no notable figures in the past two hundred years.
By the fifteenth and twentieth generations, the further back Bella traced, the more she found that the Swan family members were involved in maritime affairs.
Sailors, first mates, captains, navigators, military men, and pirates were there.
Among them, a witch skilled in some magic caught her attention, but unfortunately, she didn’t like Bella, and, not being a direct relative, they parted ways shortly after meeting.
Where on earth is my incredible ancestor?
Bella was somewhat speechless; this endless search was exhausting her, and according to Billy Black, this was due to her mental energy being rapidly depleted.
The Quill tribe has extensive experience communicating with ancestors, and Billy Black’s communication process clarified this. The first attempt has the highest chance of success, the chance of success in the second attempt drops to a third of the original, and by the third attempt, there’s a high probability that even the initial bloodline response ritual won’t succeed. Ancestors are busy, too; who has the time to check on you every other day?
Bella had to grit her teeth and keep going.
She was floating and drifting! Suddenly, she noticed a substantial light sphere. As her gaze settled on it, one dark and two bright, four-light spheres instantly appeared before her, with two more slowly making their way over. It all seemed to happen instantly as if suddenly popping up.
Do I have so many incredible ancestors? That somewhat dim one aside, the other five light spheres were much brighter than the indifferent witch ancestor from before.
Bella looked towards the two light spheres that had slowly approached.
She couldn’t help but exclaim, “Huh.”
Inside the light spheres were the famous adventurer Henry Turner and the renowned astronomer Carina Barbossa. These were her ancestors? They sound like characters from Pirates of the Caribbean! Bella was genuinely shocked.
The kinship in her bloodline couldn’t be faked. Bella’s Swan surname originated from these two, who had two children, one bearing the Turner surname and the other Swan. Logically speaking, Turner was a safer surname, while Swan, as the surname of the pirate queen, was relatively more dangerous. It’s unclear what they were initially thinking.
Bella tried to connect with them; Henry Turner had all sorts of adventure skills that were useless to her.
Carina Barbossa was impressive; this astronomer had briefly come into contact with the divine artifact, the Trident, and obtained some knowledge fragments. Although she had deciphered only a tiny part before her death, it was still invaluable as it was divine knowledge, more than enough to help Bella embark on a path of transcendence.
If it were before, Bella would have settled for this, as the Grim Reaper in the plane crash used coincidences to kill ordinary people, posing a significant threat to them but perhaps only a moderate threat to a transcendent.
But now she had even better options.
The light spheres by Carina Barbossa’s side, one bright and one dark, were likely her parents, Hector Barbossa and Margaret Smith.
Old Barbossa had capabilities, vision, and insight. Being called a king among pirates wasn’t an exaggeration; he most likely had ways to unlock supernatural abilities. However, Bella always felt that their personalities didn’t match, and it was not the best choice.
Bella looked towards the center at the brightest and most accomplished ancestor, Elizabeth Swan, the pirate queen! This light sphere felt incredibly familiar to her.
Without much hesitation, she fully immersed her consciousness into it.
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