Building an Eternal Dynasty: The Eternal Legacy System

Heaven’s Judgment

Victor’s calm voice lingered in the air.

"Don’t tell me..."

"...you actually believe reaching the Astral Manifestation Realm gives you the right to speak to me like this?"

The words were spoken softly.

There was no anger.

No killing intent.

Yet the instant they echoed through the Family Hall, the atmosphere changed completely.

The Autumn Sovereign Heavenfall Scripture silently began circulating within Victor’s body.

An ancient, desolate aura spread through every corner of the hall.

It felt like the arrival of late autumn.

Like the final breath of countless living beings.

Even the candles flickered as though they feared being extinguished.

Magnus Ashthorn’s expression changed dramatically.

The True Spiritual Power he had just begun circulating suddenly dispersed without warning.

It was as though an invisible hand had crushed it before it could even leave his meridians.

His face turned pale.

"What..."

"What’s happening?"

He desperately tried to mobilize his cultivation again.

Nothing answered him.

His Astral Manifestation Realm cultivation had become completely silent.

A chill unlike anything he had ever experienced spread through his body.

Before he could even understand what was happening—

Rip!

A black blur flashed before his eyes.

The next instant—

"AAAAAAAHHHHH!"

A miserable scream echoed throughout the hall.

One of Magnus’s ears had been torn clean off.

Blood sprayed into the air, staining the polished stone floor crimson.

He staggered backward, clutching the side of his head.

His entire body trembled violently.

His remaining eye was filled with disbelief.

Victor stood before him.

No one had seen him move.

One moment he had been seated upon the Patriarch’s throne.

The next...

He was already standing directly in front of Magnus.

His golden eyes looked down with complete indifference.

The severed ear rested between his fingers for only a moment before he casually threw it onto the floor.

It landed with a wet sound.

Like discarded trash.

Victor’s voice remained calm.

"Since you didn’t listen to what I said earlier..."

"...then there’s no need for those useless ears."

Those words struck Magnus harder than the pain itself.

His face twisted with humiliation.

He had become the Patriarch of the Ashthorn Family.

He had finally stepped into the Astral Manifestation Realm.

He had come here believing he could pressure the Salvatore Family.

Yet now...

He was being treated like a child receiving punishment.

Rage exploded inside him.

"You..."

Before he could finish speaking—

Boom!

Victor no longer concealed his cultivation.

His aura erupted.

The entire Family Hall trembled violently.

A terrifying pressure descended like the heavens collapsing.

The tables cracked.

The teacups shattered.

The very air became unbearably heavy.

Harrier Ravencreast felt as though an enormous mountain had landed upon his shoulders.

Even while kneeling, his body shook uncontrollably.

His forehead slammed against the floor.

He couldn’t even lift his head.

His heart pounded wildly.

This...

This is impossible...

How could someone who just broke through possess such terrifying pressure?

Magnus suffered even more.

His knees buckled instantly.

His body refused to obey him.

Every bone in his body groaned.

He wanted to resist.

He wanted to stand.

But before Victor’s overwhelming presence...

He couldn’t even breathe properly.

"No..."

"This is impossible..."

His remaining eye widened in terror.

"I’ve already reached the Astral Manifestation Realm..."

"Why..."

"Why is this happening?"

"I..."

"I don’t understand..."

Victor looked at him without the slightest emotion.

To Victor...

Magnus wasn’t an opponent.

He wasn’t even worth taking seriously.

"How noisy."

Victor raised a single hand.

His fingers moved slightly.

Invisible blades of condensed True Spiritual Power silently sliced through the air.

Slash!

Slash!

Slash!

Slash!

Blood exploded across the hall.

Magnus’s scream instantly stopped.

Both arms separated from his body.

A heartbeat later...

Both legs followed.

His limbless body crashed heavily onto the stone floor.

Blood rapidly spread beneath him.

His face had completely lost all color.

Pain beyond imagination twisted every feature.

He opened his mouth repeatedly.

He screamed.

He cried.

He begged.

Yet...

No sound emerged.

It was as though heaven itself had stolen his voice.

Only silent despair remained.

Victor calmly looked down at him.

Not a trace of pity appeared on his face.

Harrier watched everything unfold while kneeling on the floor.

Cold sweat soaked his robes.

His entire body trembled uncontrollably.

His instincts had been right.

If he had hesitated...

If he had chosen pride instead of survival...

The person lying on the floor would have been him.

Victor slowly turned around.

His gaze fell upon Harrier.

Unlike Magnus...

Harrier had already lowered his head from the very beginning.

Victor spoke calmly.

"You’re still as decisive as ever."

Harrier forced a bitter smile.

"Patriarch Victor..."

"I’ve always understood one truth."

"In this world..."

"The strong decide everything."

"Our Ravencreast Family has no Astral Manifestation Realm expert."

"The Ashthorn Family possesses their ancestor."

"The Salvatore Family possesses you."

"The so-called Three Great Families became a joke long ago."

"Only two paths remain before us."

"Destruction..."

"...or submission."

He lowered his head even further.

"I chose to live."

The Family Hall fell silent once more.

One family patriarch knelt willingly.

The other lay broken, stripped of his limbs and dignity.

Victor stood quietly in his black robe embroidered with golden dragons.

His long black hair rested over his shoulders.

His golden eyes were calm and unfathomable.

He looked down upon everything before him.

Like a supreme ruler seated above the mortal world.

At that moment, no one in Aurelia City could challenge the authority of the Salvatore Family Patriarch.