Building an Eternal Dynasty: The Eternal Legacy System

The Rise of the Salvatore Family

The atmosphere inside the City Lord’s Manor was unusually quiet.

Soft wisps of steam drifted from a porcelain teacup as a middle-aged man dressed in deep blue robes stood beside an open window, his sharp eyes fixed on the distant horizon. Though his expression remained calm, a faint ripple of surprise flashed through his gaze.

This man was the City Lord of Aurelia City—Adrian Valerius.

Only moments ago, he had sensed an astonishing fluctuation of spiritual power erupt from the direction of the Salvatore Family.

It had appeared without warning.

Powerful.

Ancient.

Oppressive.

And yet...

It had disappeared just as quickly as it had arrived.

Adrian gently swirled the tea in his cup before speaking to himself.

”Just now, I clearly sensed a power that was extremely close to the Heavenly Genesis Realm appear within the Salvatore Family.”

”I didn’t expect it to fall silent so quickly.”

His brows knitted together.

”Judging from that aura... it should have belonged to that old ghost from the Ashthorn Family.”

”A disciple of the Crimson Abyss Sect...”

He let out a quiet sigh.

”Troublesome.”

After a brief silence, a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

”As for the Salvatore Family...”

”Now that’s becoming interesting.”

He slowly poured himself another cup of fragrant tea before taking a leisurely sip.

”I accepted the position of City Lord in Aurelia City because I wanted a peaceful assignment.”

He shook his head helplessly.

”But those old fossils from the Celestial Fate Pavilion insist that a mysterious Secret Realm is about to emerge within Aurelia City.”

His eyes narrowed slightly.

”I’m a disciple of the Celestial Fate Pavilion myself.”

”So why can’t I perceive even the slightest trace of it?”

”And yet...”

”The higher-ups actually believed those old prophets.”

He couldn’t help laughing bitterly.

”They can glimpse fragments of destiny but never explain anything clearly.”

”They simply throw people into situations and tell them to wait.”

His gaze once again drifted toward the distant Salvatore estate.

”The Salvatore Family...”

”The Ravencreast Family...”

”The Ashthorn Family...”

”They can slaughter one another if they wish.”

”But if they dare interfere with the Secret Realm...”

A trace of coldness surfaced within Adrian’s calm eyes.

”I’ll personally erase every one of them.”

The courtyard returned to silence as only the sound of the breeze echoed through the manor.

At the same moment...

The entire Salvatore Family had fallen into absolute silence.

No one spoke.

No one even dared breathe loudly.

Every pair of eyes stared at the same figure standing proudly in the center of the courtyard.

Victor.

His shoulder-length black hair fluttered gently in the wind.

The black robe embroidered with golden dragons swayed around his tall figure.

His golden eyes were calm and emotionless, as if nothing in heaven or earth could stir even the slightest ripple within them.

Not far away...

Tobias Ashthorn lay sprawled across the shattered courtyard like a broken puppet.

Blood stained the cracked stones beneath him.

His body was covered in fractures from head to toe.

His cultivation had been shattered.

His aura was so weak that it seemed a single gust of wind could extinguish what remained of his life.

The mighty Half-Step Heavenly Genesis Realm expert...

Had been defeated...

By a single punch.

The realization struck every member of the Salvatore Family like a bolt of heavenly lightning.

For several long breaths...

No one could process what they had just witnessed.

Then...

The silence exploded.

”Patriarch’s divine might!”

One disciple shouted so loudly his voice became hoarse.

”This... this is the Patriarch’s divine might!”

Another elder laughed until tears streamed down his face.

”My heavens!”

”Just how powerful has the Patriarch become?”

His entire body trembled with excitement.

He had lived for decades.

He had watched the Salvatore Family decline year after year.

He had watched enemies trample upon their dignity without mercy.

Yet today...

Everything had changed.

”Hahaha!”

”With the Patriarch possessing such strength...”

”Who in Aurelia City can possibly stand against the Salvatore Family now?”

The cheers spread like wildfire.

One voice became ten.

Ten became hundreds.

The entire estate erupted into celebration.

Every disciple looked toward Victor with burning admiration.

Some clenched their fists.

Some laughed wildly.

Others stood rooted in place, overwhelmed by emotion.

At that moment...

Victor was no longer merely their Patriarch.

He had become the pillar supporting the entire family.

The sky beneath which every member of the Salvatore Family could finally stand proudly once again.

For the past decade...

They had endured humiliation.

They had buried countless brothers and sisters.

They had watched their businesses stolen.

Their resources seized.

Their dignity trampled beneath the feet of rival families.

Today...

All of that resentment had finally been repaid.

Their Patriarch had reclaimed everything with overwhelming strength.

If Victor were to command them to march into battle at this very moment...

Not a single one of them would hesitate.

Their loyalty had transformed into absolute faith.