Chapter 115: The Awakening of the Emperor’s Blood
The Awakening of the Emperor’s Blood
[Ding!! Legacy Investment successful! Congratulations, Host! You have obtained: Saint-rank Great Medicine: Primordial Blood Sovereign Pill!]
[Primordial Blood Sovereign Pill: The supreme divine medicine once treasured by the Ancient Blood Dragon Family. After consumption, it can elevate one’s bloodline, with a chance of transforming it into an Emperor’s Bloodline!]
[Ding!! Legacy Investment successful! Congratulations, Host! You have obtained: Saint-rank Great Medicine: Nether Emperor Pill!]
[Nether Emperor Pill: A special divine elixir personally refined by the Nether River Emperor. Whoever consumes it will gradually develop absolute loyalty toward the Host.]
[Ding!! Legacy Investment successful! Congratulations, Host! You have obtained: Saint-rank Supreme Combat Art: Absolute Destruction Art!]
[Absolute Destruction Art: A supreme combat art capable of invoking the Great Law of Absolute Destruction. It annihilates all existence... erases all creation... and leaves nothing behind.]
The familiar voice of the Eternal Legacy System slowly faded from Victor’s mind.
Silence returned to the pavilion.
Sovereign Peak was quiet at this hour.
The evening breeze slipped through the open windows.
It gently brushed against Victor’s black robe.
Golden dragons were embroidered across the fabric.
Their bodies seemed to move whenever the wind passed over them.
Victor’s shoulder-length black hair also swayed behind him.
His golden eyes remained fixed on the rewards.
A faint smile touched his lips.
He did not hesitate.
"I’ll learn the Absolute Destruction Art."
The moment the thought appeared in his mind—
Boom!
An enormous amount of information flooded his consciousness.
Victor’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Ancient symbols appeared within his mind.
Forgotten laws followed.
Then came countless mysteries surrounding destruction.
They were deep.
They were terrifying.
And yet, Victor understood them with astonishing speed.
Every piece of knowledge merged into his mind.
It was as if he had spent countless years studying the art.
The torrent continued for several breaths.
Then it suddenly stopped.
Victor opened his eyes.
The Absolute Destruction Art had been completely engraved into his soul.
He had mastered it.
Not merely memorized it.
Mastered it.
Victor slowly raised one hand.
His expression remained calm.
There was no excitement on his face.
No arrogance.
Only a strange stillness.
Deep within his golden eyes, however, a faint streak of darkness flashed.
It vanished almost instantly.
Nothing else seemed to change.
There was no dazzling light.
No violent surge of energy.
No earth-shaking explosion.
The pavilion remained completely silent.
Then—
Crack.
A tiny fracture appeared in the empty space before Victor’s hand.
His eyes remained calm.
Another crack appeared.
Then another.
Crack.
Crack.
Crack.
Within moments, countless thin fractures spread through the surrounding space.
They resembled spiderwebs across an invisible mirror.
The air itself seemed to have become fragile.
Victor looked at the cracks without saying anything.
There was no need to force the power.
The Absolute Destruction Art did not require spectacle.
It did not need a massive display of strength.
Its very existence was enough.
Victor slowly curled his fingers.
His hand tightened into a fist.
The moment he did—
CRACK!!
The fractures instantly multiplied.
Thin cracks spread across the air like shattered glass.
The entire space groaned.
An invisible pressure weighed down on everything around him.
Victor could feel it clearly.
He only needed to exert a little more strength.
Just a little.
And everything before him would disappear.
Not destroyed.
Not crushed.
Erased.
Annihilated.
Even Victor’s golden eyes flickered with surprise.
"What terrifying destructive power..."
He slowly loosened his fist.
The pressure vanished.
The shattered space trembled for a moment before the cracks gradually stopped spreading.
Then, under the natural laws of the world, the damaged space began to repair itself.
The cracks faded.
The distorted air settled.
Within moments, everything returned to normal.
Victor looked at his hand.
A faint smile appeared on his face.
He was satisfied.
Very satisfied.
Within the same cultivation realm, there were very few cultivators who could survive a direct strike from the Absolute Destruction Art.
Even those above the Stellar Sovereign Realm would not escape unscathed.
A direct hit could leave them severely injured.
That alone was enough to show how terrifying this Battle Art truly was.
Victor had gained another powerful trump card.
And he had gained it quietly.
His attention soon shifted toward the second reward.
The Nether Emperor Pill.
Victor gently rubbed his chin.
His eyes narrowed slightly as he considered its purpose.
"The Salvatore Family will continue to grow."
His voice was calm.
"In time..."
"It won’t consist of only direct family members."
"There will be countless vassal families."
"Subordinate sects."
"And loyal followers."
The larger his influence became, the more complicated everything would become.
Managing a powerful force was never as simple as gathering strong cultivators.
Strength could force people to submit.
Fear could make them obey.
But neither guaranteed loyalty.
Victor’s expression became thoughtful.
"Managing loyalty through fear alone is unreliable."
He slowly looked at the Nether Emperor Pill.
A faint smile appeared on his lips.
"In that case..."
"This pill is far more practical."
Instead of constantly worrying about betrayal...
He only needed to let those truly worthy of his trust consume a Nether Emperor Pill.
Simple.
Efficient.
Absolute.
Finally...
Victor looked toward the last treasure.
With a gentle turn of his hand, a brilliant golden pill appeared upon his palm.
It radiated an ancient and noble aura.
Nine crimson patterns circled its flawless surface like living dragons, while faint wisps of golden light continuously drifted around it.
The surrounding spiritual energy instinctively gathered toward the pill as though worshipping its existence.
Victor quietly examined it.
"It can elevate one’s bloodline..."
He murmured thoughtfully.
Bloodlines represented far more than inherited strength.
They determined a cultivator’s natural limits.
Their future.
Their potential.
Even their destiny.
The descendants of Eternal Emperor Realm experts possessed bloodlines powerful enough to rival ancient divine beasts from birth.
Their bodies were naturally stronger.
Their cultivation speed was astonishing.
Their comprehension surpassed ordinary geniuses.
The words...
Emperor’s Bloodline.
Represented supreme power.
And now...
Victor held in his hand a divine medicine capable of creating one.
Its value was simply impossible to measure.
Without any hesitation...
Victor sat cross-legged upon his meditation cushion.
His expression remained calm.
He opened his mouth...
And swallowed the Primordial Blood Sovereign Pill in a single motion.
BOOM!!!