Chapter 98: Foundations That Will Endure for Eternity
Foundations That Will Endure for Eternity
With such unimaginable wealth now in his possession, Victor knew one thing with absolute certainty.
The Salvatore Family no longer had to worry about cultivation resources for a very, very long time.
Even if every clansman cultivated at full speed, consumed precious medicines daily, and nurtured countless future geniuses, the family’s foundation would remain more than sufficient for the next century.
Slowly, Victor descended onto the summit of Sovereign Peak.
A cool breeze swept across the mountain, carrying with it the rich fragrance of flowers and the dense spiritual energy that blanketed the entire blessed land.
Far below, the vast territory bustled with life.
The family had finally stepped onto the proper path.
Messages had already reached every surviving branch family. One after another, they had begun their journeys toward the Sovereign Blessed Land.
Soon...
Every Salvatore clansman would stand beneath the same banner once more.
The family would become whole again.
Victor quietly watched the orderly scene below.
Young clansmen trained with determined expressions.
Elders discussed future development.
Max Salvatore directed countless stewards while organizing every aspect of the family’s affairs.
Young clansmen patiently supervised and guided the younger generation, ensuring everyone adapted smoothly to their new home.
Everything appeared harmonious.
Yet Victor’s golden eyes remained thoughtful.
He had lived long enough to understand one undeniable truth.
Peace...
Was often only the calm before greater challenges.
His gaze slowly narrowed.
"Once every branch rejoins the main family..."
"The current family structure will inevitably reveal countless flaws."
His voice was calm, almost carried away by the wind.
"Main bloodline... branch bloodlines... direct descendants... cadet branches..."
"The hierarchy has become far too complicated."
"As the family grows larger, interests will inevitably clash."
He folded his hands behind his back.
"If left unchecked..."
"Competition will slowly become conflict."
"Conflict will become division."
"And division..."
"...will eventually destroy everything we’ve built."
His expression remained composed, yet every word carried immense weight.
This was the common illness shared by every ancient family.
History had proven it countless times.
Powerful clans rarely fell because of enemies outside their gates.
More often...
They rotted from within.
Victor would never allow such a fate to befall the Salvatore Family.
After all...
Any obstacle hindering the family’s growth would also hinder his own strength.
The Eternal Legacy System tied his destiny directly to theirs.
Their prosperity...
Was his prosperity.
Their decline...
Would become his loss.
His fingers lightly tapped against his sleeve.
"I’ll have to reorganize the entire family structure."
"The reward system."
"The authority hierarchy."
"The responsibilities of every bloodline."
"The rights and obligations of every branch."
"Everything must be rewritten."
Only through absolute clarity could future disputes be prevented.
Then another thought crossed his mind.
The Sovereign Blessed Land.
This place had once belonged to the Crimson Abyss Sect.
Its ownership had now changed completely.
But...
Would the surrounding powers truly accept that?
Victor almost smiled.
Of course not.
Greed was human nature.
A Mana Vein blessed land was enough to drive even great sects into madness.
Many families...
Many sects...
Many hidden experts...
Would undoubtedly begin probing the Salvatore Family sooner or later.
Some would test.
Some would threaten.
Some...
Would simply ignore his authority.
Victor looked toward the distant horizon.
"In that case..."
"I should establish a few rules."
"So they understand exactly whose territory this is."
His voice remained gentle.
Yet beneath that gentleness lay unquestionable authority.
"Elder Black."
The moment those words left his lips—
The shadows beneath the ancient trees rippled silently.
A figure dressed entirely in black slowly emerged.
It was as though darkness itself had condensed into human form.
His face remained expressionless.
His posture perfectly straight.
His eyes calm and lifeless.
Whenever Victor required him...
He would always appear.
Without question.
Without delay.
Without fail.
He spoke little.
Asked nothing.
Executed every command flawlessly.
For Victor...
He was the perfect Imperial Pawn.
"My Lord."
His aged voice echoed quietly.
Victor turned toward him.
"For every outsider entering the Sovereign Blessed Land..."
"They are forbidden from flying above the mountain peaks."
Elder Black listened silently.
Victor continued.
"First offense."
"A warning."
"Second offense..."
His golden eyes shone with cold indifference.
"Annihilation."
There was neither arrogance nor anger in his tone.
Only certainty.
A rule.
One that would never be negotiated.
Elder Black lowered his head respectfully.
"As you command, my Lord."
Without another word—
His figure gradually dissolved into the surrounding shadows.
Within moments...
Nothing remained.
Only the gently swaying trees.
Anyone arriving afterward would never know another person had stood there only seconds earlier.
Victor closed his eyes.
True spiritual power began circulating naturally throughout his body.
The surrounding heaven and earth resonated with him.
Dense spiritual energy poured toward him from every direction like invisible rivers.
Yet while cultivating...
His thoughts never stopped.
He continued refining future plans for the family.
Every possible problem.
Every hidden danger.
Every potential conflict.
He intended to resolve them all before the final branch families completed their return.
The stronger the foundation...
The stronger the future.
...
Far away...
Inside a quiet cultivation chamber.
"Master!!"
Austin Salvatore suddenly opened his eyes.
His voice trembled with disbelief.
"This cultivation technique..."
"This scripture..."
His body radiated scorching heat.
Streams of blazing True Spiritual Power surged through his meridians like roaring rivers.
The dried pathways that had once crippled him were rapidly recovering.
His previously scattered cultivation began returning with astonishing speed.
Mortal Forging Fifth Level!
Mortal Forging Seventh Level!
Spiritual Awakening First Level!
Spiritual Awakening Fourth Level!
His aura climbed continuously.
Like an unstoppable tide.
If cultivation realms were the floors of an enormous tower...
Then True Spiritual Power would be the bricks supporting every level.
Austin’s cultivation had not truly vanished.
The tower itself had remained.
Only its foundation had been hollowed out.
Now...
The Heavenly Crimson Summer Sovereign Scripture reconstructed everything with astonishing stability.
Its blazing power flowed through every damaged meridian.
Like divine fire forging heavenly steel.
Every hidden crack.
Every unstable foundation.
Every lingering injury...
Was meticulously repaired.
Its flames were incomparably fierce.
Yet strangely gentle toward their master.
Each circulation made Austin feel stronger than before.
Watching everything unfold, Akeno’s beautiful purple eyes widened slightly.
Even she found it difficult to remain calm.
"...Your Patriarch..."