Chapter 72: The Blood Demon’s End (Part 2)
The Blood Demon’s End (Part 2)
The entire Salvatore Family estate remained immersed in silence.
Every clansman was still digesting the Patriarch’s decree.
The return of every branch family...
The restoration of the bloodline...
The complete destruction of the Whitecliff Family...
Each announcement alone was enough to shake the foundation of the family.
Yet Victor’s next words eclipsed them all.
His calm voice echoed across the estate, carrying unquestionable authority.
"Prepare yourselves."
His golden eyes slowly swept across every member of the Salvatore Family.
"In the coming days..."
"The Salvatore Family will relocate."
The words were simple.
Yet they struck every heart like thunder.
For a brief moment, nobody reacted.
Then—
Max Salvatore’s pupils suddenly contracted.
A thought surfaced in his mind, so outrageous that even he found it difficult to believe.
His breathing became uneven.
His gaze locked onto his elder brother.
"Big Brother..."
His voice trembled ever so slightly.
"You... don’t mean..."
The words caught in his throat.
He couldn’t bring himself to finish the sentence.
The possibility itself was simply too unbelievable.
Victor merely smiled faintly.
There was no need to answer directly.
"The Crimson Abyss Sect..."
"...must be destroyed."
His calm voice drifted through the silent courtyard.
"So naturally..."
"The Mana Vein beneath that sect..."
"...shall belong to the Salvatore Family."
The moment those words fell, the entire world seemed to fall silent.
Every clansman stood frozen.
Their eyes widened as they stared at the man standing beneath the heavens.
Victor said nothing more.
He slowly turned.
His long shoulder-length black hair swayed gently behind him as the wind stirred his black robe embroidered with golden dragons.
With his hands clasped behind his back, he lifted his gaze toward the distant horizon.
Although separated by countless kilometers, everyone instinctively knew what he was looking at.
The Crimson Abyss Sect.
The atmosphere became deathly quiet.
No one dared interrupt him.
No one even dared breathe too loudly.
Every pair of eyes followed Victor’s line of sight, their hearts pounding with anticipation.
Then...
Without the slightest warning—
Victor took a single step.
Boom!
Space beneath his feet rippled like the surface of a tranquil lake.
His figure instantly transformed into a streak of black and golden light that pierced through the heavens.
The violent shockwave sent countless clouds scattering in every direction.
Within a single breath...
His silhouette had already crossed the distant skyline.
Another breath later...
He had vanished completely.
Only the lingering pressure of his overwhelming aura remained suspended in the heavens, silently declaring his destination.
The Crimson Abyss Sect.
Several moments passed before anyone recovered from their shock.
Then—
The entire Salvatore Family erupted into deafening cheers.
"Our Patriarch is going to seize the Mana Vein!"
"A true Mana Vein!"
"The Patriarch is personally leading our family to a new era!"
"Long live the Patriarch!"
"The Salvatore Family shall rise to the heavens!"
"The Salvatore Family... is finally going to possess a cultivation paradise!"
"My heavens..."
"I never dreamed I would witness such a day in my lifetime..."
Some of the younger disciples shouted excitedly.
Others clenched their fists so tightly their nails dug into their palms.
The older generation simply stood where they were.
Tears streamed silently down weathered faces.
For generations...
Their ancestors had struggled merely to survive.
They had endured humiliation.
They had buried countless loved ones.
They had watched stronger clans suppress them time and time again.
Never...
Not once...
Had they dared imagine that one day the Salvatore Family would claim an entire Mana Vein as its own.
Yet today...
That impossible dream was becoming reality.
Victor’s figure suddenly flashed.
Like a streak of black lightning tearing across the heavens, he disappeared beyond the horizon in an instant.
Only his lingering aura remained behind.
Watching his departing figure, countless voices erupted together.
"Long live the Patriarch!"
"Long live Lord Victor!"
"Our Patriarch possesses the bearing of an Eternal Emperor!"
"The heavens have finally blessed the Salvatore Family!"
"Under the Patriarch’s leadership, our family will stand above countless powers!"
The atmosphere became increasingly passionate.
Even the usually composed Damien couldn’t suppress the excitement hidden within his heart.
His black eyes followed Victor’s disappearing silhouette.
A smile slowly appeared on his face.
"The Patriarch..."
"...is truly unfathomable."
He lowered his head slightly.
A warmth he hadn’t felt in either of his two lifetimes quietly spread through his heart.
If things continued like this...
Perhaps...
Every tragedy that had once been carved into fate could be changed.
The regrets that had haunted him until death...
Might finally disappear.
His fingers unconsciously tightened around the hilt of the Eternal Tribulation Sword.
This life...
Would not repeat the last one.
Beside him, Nux stared toward the distant horizon with burning crimson eyes.
An uncontrollable fighting spirit surged inside him.
His blood seemed to boil.
His heart pounded violently.
"I wonder..."
"When will I become strong enough..."
"...to stand beside Uncle Victor..."
"...and crush every enemy before us?"
His voice was soft.
Yet it carried absolute determination.
To him, Victor wasn’t merely the Patriarch.
He was the summit every cultivator dreamed of reaching.
A mountain so high that even looking upward inspired reverence.
Nearby, Max Salvatore remained motionless.
The deadness that had lingered within his eyes for years slowly began fading away.
Hope.
For the first time in years...
He genuinely felt hope.
Not long ago...
Victor had led the Salvatore Family to dominate Aurelia City.
Now...
Only a few days later...
The entire upper echelon of the Crimson Abyss Sect had been wiped out.
Perhaps...
The impossible truly could become reality.
Perhaps...
The sacred force that had once treated him as nothing more than an insect...
The force that had slaughtered countless members of the Salvatore Family...
Would one day pay the price.
That thought alone ignited a blazing fire within his heart.
The stagnant spiritual power inside his body suddenly surged.
Boom!
An overwhelming aura burst outward.
The bottleneck imprisoning him for years shattered instantly.
The inner demon restraining his cultivation collapsed like fragile glass.
Pure spiritual power erupted from every meridian.
Max Salvatore...
Had broken through.
From the peak of the Celestial Gate Realm...
He officially stepped into the Astral Manifestation Realm.
The surrounding clansmen gasped in astonishment before joyous laughter filled the estate once more.
Today...
The Salvatore Family welcomed yet another blessing.