Building an Eternal Dynasty: The Eternal Legacy System

The Reborn Fate

The night deepened.

Dark clouds blanketed the sky above Aurelia City, while a cold autumn drizzle continued to fall without pause. Raindrops pattered softly against tiled rooftops and ancient stone paths, washing away the bloodstains left by the day’s turmoil.

Yet beneath that tranquil rain, the entire city was anything but peaceful.

Inside every influential household, lamps remained lit late into the night.

No one dared sleep.

The destruction of the Blackwood Family had shaken Aurelia City to its core.

Victor’s return had overturned every calculation they had made over the past decade.

One after another, family heads personally led their elders toward the Salvatore Family estate.

None of them dared send mere representatives.

Each carriage was loaded with countless treasures.

Rare herbs.

Spirit medicines.

Gold and silver.

Ancient jade artifacts.

Property deeds.

Land contracts.

Cultivation resources accumulated over generations.

Every family had only one thought.

Appease the Salvatore Family.

Outside the grand gates of the Salvatore Family estate, long lines of carriages stretched down the street despite the heavy rain.

Every visitor wore an expression of nervous respect.

No one complained.

No one dared.

Inside the estate, members of the Salvatore Family watched the unbelievable scene unfold with excitement shining in their eyes.

Only yesterday, these same families had looked down upon them.

Some had mocked them openly.

Others had secretly swallowed their businesses piece by piece.

Now...

Those same people stood respectfully outside their gates, waiting for permission to enter.

The difference was like heaven and earth.

Within the Ancestral Hall, several clan elders responsible for bookkeeping worked without pause.

Stacks of ledgers covered the tables.

Treasure chests filled nearly every corner.

One elder rubbed his aching forehead before sighing helplessly.

”There are too many...”

”We don’t even have enough people to count everything.”

Another elder laughed heartily.

”It has been years since this old man has seen our treasury this full.”

”The Patriarch truly brought the Salvatore Family back to life.”

Nearby, younger disciples hurried back and forth carrying newly delivered resources into the family vault.

No one felt tired.

Their movements were filled with excitement.

Outside the hall, Nux quietly supervised everything.

His crimson eyes calmly swept across each family that entered.

Ever since awakening the true nature of his Abyssal Bodhi Slaughter Physique, his temperament had become noticeably steadier.

The killing intent hidden deep within him no longer leaked uncontrollably.

Instead, it rested peacefully beneath an icy calmness.

Anyone meeting his gaze instinctively lowered their head.

The same families that once ignored him now respectfully cupped their fists.

”Young Master Nux.”

”We have returned every shop that originally belonged to the Salvatore Family.”

”And... we have prepared additional compensation.”

”We hope the Patriarch will forgive our previous ignorance.”

Nux accepted the documents before replying calmly.

”The Patriarch will decide.”

Nothing more.

Nothing less.

His indifferent response only increased everyone’s anxiety.

Meanwhile, elsewhere in the estate, a lively group of children played beneath a covered courtyard while the rain poured beyond the eaves.

”Haha! Did you see their faces?”

”They looked ready to cry!”

One thirteen-year-old boy burst into laughter.

Another puffed out his chest proudly.

”Our Patriarch is the strongest!”

”Those old fellows were shaking when they saw Brother Nux.”

A little girl giggled.

”My father said our family will become the strongest in Aurelia City again.”

”No!”

A chubby boy immediately objected.

”The Patriarch said every generation of the Salvatore Family should produce the strongest cultivator of its era.”

”I’ll become the strongest!”

”You?”

Another child laughed.

”You can’t even beat me.”

”I’ll become number one!”

”So will I!”

”Me too!”

The courtyard instantly erupted into noisy arguments.

Their youthful laughter echoed through the estate.

For the first time in many years, genuine happiness had returned to the Salvatore Family.

Not far away, beneath the shelter of an ancient tree whose golden autumn leaves gently swayed in the rain, another youth watched everything silently.

Damien Salvatore.

Unlike the other children, he neither laughed nor joined their games.

His black eyes remained fixed on the tiny sword floating quietly inside his dantian.

The sword was no larger than a finger.

Its surface was covered in mysterious silver runes.

Although dormant, it radiated an indescribable ancient aura.

Damien slowly clenched his fists.

”...Eternal Tribulation Sword.”

His voice was barely above a whisper.

”...Eternal Tribulation Sword...”

The name echoed repeatedly in his mind.

Confusion gradually filled his expression.

His memories...

Something was terribly wrong.

No...

Everything was wrong.

He remembered a completely different future.

A future where the Salvatore Family had already been destroyed today.

The Ancestral Hall had burned to the ground.

The elders had all died.

Max had fallen in battle.

Nux had disappeared without a trace.

Victor had failed his breakthrough and died during secluded cultivation.

The entire Salvatore Family had been wiped from existence.

Only Damien himself had survived.

Not because he was powerful.

Only because he had been outside the estate playing when the massacre began.

That single coincidence had allowed him to escape death.

He still remembered fleeing through blood-soaked streets.

Remembered hiding like a stray dog.

Remembered swearing revenge as the Eternal Tribulation Sword awakened within him.

Those memories were crystal clear.

They felt more real than reality itself.

Yet...

Victor had returned.

The family still existed.

Everything had changed.

Damien lowered his head.

Rainwater dripped steadily from the leaves overhead.

”So...”

He murmured softly.

”Is there something wrong with my memories...”

”...or is there something wrong with the world?”

No one answered.

Only the endless autumn rain continued falling over Aurelia City as destiny quietly shifted onto a path no one had foreseen.