Building an Eternal Dynasty: The Eternal Legacy System

They Were the True Rulers of Existence

Entire ages flowed beneath their feet like insignificant streams.

”A fragment of a Primordial Ancient Sovereign’s insight...”

Even the faintest trace of enlightenment left behind by an existence that stood at the peak of the Primordial Ancient Realm was priceless. Such a gift could alter the destiny of any cultivator fortunate enough to obtain it.

Victor’s golden eyes rested upon the crimson drop of heart blood floating quietly above his palm.

Within its tiny form pulsed an ancient aura that seemed older than heaven and earth themselves. It was calm, yet immeasurably vast, as though countless civilizations had risen and fallen before it without leaving even the slightest mark.

There was no hesitation in his gaze.

Without the slightest hesitation...

He directly swallowed the drop of heart blood.

The instant the crimson essence entered his body, an indescribable transformation swept across his entire being.

His heartbeat slowed.

The flow of True Spiritual Power within his meridians became impossibly gentle, almost as though it had merged with the rhythm of the universe itself.

Then...

Everything around him changed.

The room disappeared.

The walls dissolved into countless particles of light.

The earth beneath his feet vanished.

Even space itself seemed to unravel into countless invisible threads.

Every object.

Every living creature.

Every grain of dust.

Everything dissolved into its most fundamental essence.

Victor watched silently.

There was no fear within him.

Only quiet curiosity.

It felt as though someone had lifted the veil covering reality, allowing him to witness the truth hidden beneath all existence.

The origin of all things.

The beginning of all existence.

Its name was—

Principle of World.

At that moment, Victor entered a mysterious and indescribable state.

His consciousness drifted beyond the limits of his body.

Time lost all meaning.

The passage of moments no longer existed.

Everything became astonishingly clear.

He saw mountains rise before crumbling into dust.

He watched oceans form before drying into barren plains.

He witnessed stars ignite, blaze brilliantly across endless darkness, and eventually fade into silence.

Everything in the world was fleeting.

Under the passage of time, all things would eventually decay.

Nothing remained forever.

Nothing escaped the endless current.

Victor slowly raised his head and looked toward the heavens.

His calm, indifferent golden eyes pierced through countless layers of illusion.

Clouds vanished.

The blue sky disappeared.

The stars themselves seemed to become transparent before his sight.

His vision continued climbing higher.

Far higher.

He first saw the Salvatore Family.

The enormous estate stretched proudly across Aurelia City, bustling with life.

Countless Guardians moved through the grounds, carrying precious treasures still stained with the blood of fierce battles.

Some smiled proudly.

Others hurried toward the treasury, eager to report their discoveries.

Everywhere there was activity.

Everywhere there was hope.

Victor’s gaze lingered only for an instant before continuing upward.

He saw Nux seated alone within a quiet courtyard.

The young man with black hair and crimson eyes remained completely focused on his cultivation, oblivious to the outside world.

Sweat soaked his clothes.

His breathing remained steady despite obvious exhaustion.

Again.

Again.

And again.

He repeated every movement with unwavering determination.

His expression revealed no complaint.

Only an unshakable resolve to become stronger.

Victor silently watched him for a brief moment.

Strength was never handed to anyone.

Every step required sacrifice.

His vision drifted onward.

He saw Max Salvatore standing beneath the evening sky.

His shoulder-length black hair moved gently with the breeze while his dark eyes remained fixed upon the distant horizon.

There was longing hidden within that quiet gaze.

Someone occupied his thoughts.

Someone he wished to see once more.

Though he spoke not a single word, the loneliness surrounding him was unmistakable.

The breeze carried fallen leaves past his feet.

Yet Max remained motionless, allowing memories to wash over him in silence.

Victor said nothing.

Sometimes silence revealed more than words ever could.

His consciousness continued rising.

Soon he saw Damien Salvatore.

The young man sat cross-legged within a secluded cultivation chamber.

Before him floated the Eternal Tribulation Sword.

The weapon emitted faint waves of ancient intent as Damien patiently studied every mark engraved upon its blade.

His brows furrowed.

His fingers occasionally traced invisible patterns through the air while attempting to unravel its profound mysteries.

Every slight improvement caused the sword to hum softly in response.

It was clear he had already begun walking his own path.

Victor’s perspective did not stop.

Higher.

Higher still.

The Salvatore Family gradually shrank until it resembled nothing more than a tiny point upon an endless continent.

Cities became dots.

Mountains became wrinkles.

Rivers transformed into thin silver threads stretching across the land.

Even entire kingdoms appeared insignificant.

Then...

Everything disappeared.

In its place, Victor saw a vast river flowing endlessly through existence.

It possessed neither beginning nor end.

Its waters flowed in absolute silence.

There were no crashing waves.

No violent currents.

Only an eternal movement that continued without interruption.

The River of Time.

Every ripple seemed capable of swallowing countless eras.

Occasionally...

A tiny droplet splashed upward from its tranquil surface.

Yet inside every single droplet...

Victor saw worlds.

Countless living beings.

Empires rising.

Civilizations collapsing.

Love.

Hatred.

Birth.

Death.

Joy.

Despair.

Entire histories unfolded within those droplets before disappearing forever back into the endless river.

Victor’s breathing slowed.

A quiet realization settled deep within his heart.

”So this is how it is...”

”In the River of Time, all living beings are nothing more than grains of dust and drops of dew.”

His voice was calm.

Almost reverent.

As those words echoed across the endless river, the aura surrounding him grew increasingly ancient.

Increasingly desolate.

It was as though countless ages had quietly settled upon his shoulders.

His presence became unfathomable.

Even he could feel his understanding of existence changing with every passing instant.

Yet the river had not finished revealing its secrets.

Victor lifted his gaze once more.

This time...

He noticed several figures seated peacefully along the distant riverbank.

There were only a handful of them.

Despite the unimaginable distance separating them, their outlines remained perfectly clear.

Each figure radiated an indescribable presence.

They did not seem powerful merely because of overwhelming strength.

Rather...

Reality itself appeared to acknowledge their existence.

The endless River of Time flowed quietly beside them, yet none of them paid it any attention.

Instead...

They slowly turned their heads.

Their eyes met Victor’s.

And Victor looked back at them.