Chapter 152: The Bloodline That Survived the Calamity

The Bloodline That Survived the Calamity

[Name: Norman Salvatore]

[Destiny: Red]

[Comprehension: Freak]

[Talent: Freak]

[Cultivation: None]

[Constitution: Heavenly Demonic Body]

[Heavenly Demonic Body: God or demon, in a single thought. Innately perceives the Great Laws of World. All techniques—both divine and demonic—dwell within the heart.]

[Fortune: Has slumbered since the Chaotic Era, awakening in this Golden Age. Possesses the most astonishing talent of that era. Memories are sealed; must reach Grand Saint Realm to recover them fully.]

[Quality Ranking: Commoner < Ordinary < Superior < Genius < Prodigy < Peerless < Freak < Era-Suppressing < Heaven-Grasping]

Victor silently read every line.

His expression remained impassive.

Anyone watching him would have thought nothing had changed.

But deep inside—

A faint ripple of surprise passed through his heart.

Truly worthy of a Red-Destiny clansman.

Terrifying.

Even Victor had to admit that Norman’s foundation was extraordinary.

The Minor Six Paths True Eye could see through the essence of the Great Laws of World.

With such an ability, Norman would have almost no obstacles or wrong turns on his cultivation path.

And then there was the Heavenly Demonic Body.

It allowed him to innately perceive the existence of the Great Laws of World.

The so-called Great Laws of World were the supreme existence.

They stood above ordinary laws.

Something that countless cultivators could spend their entire lives chasing, yet never even glimpse.

For ordinary cultivators, touching that level was already an unimaginable achievement.

Most would only begin to sense its existence after reaching the Grand Saint Realm.

Yet Norman had been born with the ability to perceive it.

Victor’s gaze remained fixed on the young man before him.

For the first time since entering the inheritance Heavenly Secret Realm, the faintest trace of anticipation appeared within his golden eyes.

This ancient clansman had finally awakened.

And the future of the Salvatore Family had just gained another terrifying foundation.

And Norman Salvatore could innately perceive the Great Laws of World.

It was unimaginable.

Once such an existence, someone who had begun comprehending the Great Laws of World from the very beginning of cultivation, fully grew, just what terrifying heights would he reach?

Victor’s golden eyes narrowed slightly as he studied the young man before him.

Moreover, Norman’s strength could eventually be added to the Salvatore Family’s strength.

Such a prodigy had to be nurtured well.

There was no room for carelessness.

And there was more—

Within Victor’s eyes, the passage of countless ages seemed to flow backward.

Time itself became almost transparent.

Norman was an existence who had slumbered since the Chaotic Era.

The Chaotic Era.

It was the origin of almost every ancient record.

The most distant age that could still be traced through the history of the myriad realms.

According to the legends passed down through primordial families, that era had been unimaginably magnificent.

Prodigies had emerged in endless numbers.

Countless ancient clans had stood proudly across the heavens.

Ancient beings had fished across entire worlds as though the universe itself were nothing more than a pond.

Great Emperors had walked upon the sun.

Prodigies had been born sacred.

Some had spent ten thousand years reading and comprehending the Great Laws of World.

Then, in a single moment, they had risen like dragons ascending into the heavens.

They had stepped into the realm of Emperors and looked down upon heaven and earth.

That era had represented the true grandeur of the myriad realms.

According to the ancient texts preserved by certain primordial families, immortal herbs and divine medicines had grown like ordinary weeds.

Sacred beasts and divine beasts had wandered freely across the land.

Powerful bloodlines had been everywhere.

The nine heavens, ten earths, and three thousand great domains that existed today were merely a fragment of that ancient world.

And that glorious age had eventually been shattered by a great calamity.

Annihilation.

Destruction.

The Chaotic Era had crumbled into countless fragments.

The worlds had been torn apart.

The ancient civilizations had vanished.

What remained was only the world that existed now.

The nine heavens.

The ten earths.

The three thousand great domains.

As for the truth behind that ancient cataclysm, no one had ever discovered it.

Not the primordial families.

Not the immortal sects.

Not even the sacred lands of the nine heavens.

They had searched for countless ages.

They had excavated ancient ruins.

They had deciphered broken records.

They had questioned beings who had survived from distant eras.

Yet nothing had revealed the truth.

Only from the four most ancient and distant Divine Kingdoms had a faint whisper of a secret eventually emerged.

Two words.

Forbidden.

That was all.

The calamity that had destroyed the most brilliant age in history had ultimately been labeled only as ’Forbidden.’

Then everything had been annihilated.

Victor’s expression remained calm.

But his mind had already begun turning.

Norman had slumbered since that era.

His current cultivation was sealed.

Yet once he reached the Grand Saint Realm, his memories would awaken completely.

At that point, Victor would be able to learn the truth about the most ancient and glorious age from the Eternal Legacy System.

But there was something else that caught Victor’s attention even more.

Norman had come from the Chaotic Era.

Yet he was also a member of the Salvatore Family.

And he called Victor his Patriarch.

That meant...

The Salvatore Family had already existed during the Chaotic Era.

Victor’s eyes became slightly deeper.

If that was true, then the history of the Salvatore Family stretched far beyond anything he had imagined.

How far back did the bloodline actually go?

What had the family been like during that ancient age?

And why had its existence been erased from almost every record?

Too many questions appeared at once.

"I’ll need to check the clan records when I return..." Victor mused.

The thought lingered in his mind.

For now, however, he could only put it aside.

Norman stood quietly behind Victor.

His posture was respectful.

His grey eyes remained lowered, carrying the reverence of someone standing before an ancestor whose bloodline pressure he could instinctively recognize.

At that moment, the air shifted.