Chapter 155: A New Beginning for Norman

A New Beginning for Norman

Even the great sun dimmed in that moment.

For a heartbeat, the entire world seemed to lose its light.

The brilliance that had filled the sky faded beneath an invisible force.

Then—

Reincarnation reversed...

Everything around them rapidly overturned.

The shattered fragments of space began moving backward.

Broken pieces of the void returned to their original positions.

The distorted laws of the world twisted back into place.

Before the assembled experts’ disbelieving eyes, the shattered barrier was restoring itself.

The cracks that had spread across the ancient barrier slowly closed.

One after another.

Like wounds healing beneath the hands of an unseen god.

The annihilated space was reforming.

The violent spatial turbulence disappeared.

The darkness between worlds became calm once again.

Even the ancient mountains that had been damaged by the earlier battle began returning to their former state.

Then came the most unbelievable sight.

The ancient power that had dissipated was being reborn.

It flowed backward.

What had already vanished was returning.

What had already been destroyed was being restored.

The experts stood frozen.

No one spoke.

No one even seemed to remember how to breathe.

"The barrier breaks, the Heavenly Secret Realm dies"—this common knowledge etched into the very bones of the myriad realms—before Victor, it was nothing but a joke.

For countless ages, this had been an unshakable truth.

Once an inheritance Heavenly Secret Realm was opened and its barrier destroyed, the ancient power sustaining it would disappear.

Even the strongest cultivators could do nothing.

But Victor had simply raised his hand.

Then reality itself had been rewritten.

Such power was like that of a god!!!

The crowd was struck speechless.

Some people stared at the restored barrier with trembling eyes.

Others lowered their heads instinctively.

They did not dare look directly at Victor anymore.

Whatever realm this man belonged to, it was already beyond anything they could understand.

By the time they came to their senses, Victor had already vanished with Norman.

It was a long while before Derek Dawn finally recovered.

The ruler of the Dawn Empire stared at the place where Victor had disappeared.

His breathing was slow.

His expression carried a mixture of awe, excitement, and disbelief.

Then his voice trembled slightly as he spoke:

"To be connected to a great clan like the Salvatore family... that is the true fortune of the Dawn Empire!!"

His words spread through the sky.

The surrounding experts listened carefully.

Derek did not hesitate.

"From this day forward, within Dawn Empire’s borders, honor Patriarch Victor as you would a god. Bow before the Salvatore family. Show reverence to all who bear the Salvatore name!"

His voice carried the authority of an emperor.

The order was issued swiftly.

Ripples of acknowledgment spread through the void.

One after another, the surrounding cultivators nodded.

No one objected.

No one dared.

As the ruler of a nation that had stood for ten thousand years—how could he have no hidden trumps of his own?

Yet even those hidden cards would have to remain hidden before an existence like Victor.

At this moment, Derek understood something very clearly.

The Dawn Empire had encountered an opportunity that might never appear again.

Sovereign Blessed Land.

Sovereign Peak.

The ancient spiritual mountains stretched endlessly beneath a sky filled with drifting clouds.

Mana surged through the air.

The surrounding peaks were covered with ancient trees and strange spiritual flowers.

Yet upon the highest peak, everything was unusually quiet.

Norman stood before Victor with reverence.

His black hair fell naturally around his shoulders.

His gray eyes were calm, but there was still a faint trace of uncertainty hidden within them.

Though he was a prodigy from the Chaotic Era, his body held nothing—no cultivation whatsoever.

His memories had been sealed.

His cultivation had been sealed.

He had awakened in an era that was completely unfamiliar to him.

Yet one thing remained.

The blood flowing through his veins.

The bloodline that told him Victor was his Patriarch.

Then—

A familiar ethereal voice sounded inside Victor’s mind.

Only he could hear it.

[Ding!! Red-Quality Heavenly Mandate clansman detected. Investment available!]

Victor’s eyes flickered slightly.

The Eternal Legacy System continued.

[Legacy Investment: Absolute Destruction Art. Reward: Forbidden Art: Ninefold Reversal of the Zenith!]

[Legacy Investment: Eternal Multicolored Soul Wine Grail. Reward: Primordial Treasure: Void Bell!]

[Legacy Investment: Bloodfang Dragon Wolf. Reward: War Beast, Dragonlord’s Serpent Legion!]

The system’s ethereal voice chimed quietly in Victor’s ear.

No one else reacted.

Norman did not hear a thing.

To him, Victor simply stood there silently.

Victor’s lips curved into a faint smile.

He looked at the young man before him.

Norman’s memories were sealed.

Even his bone age appeared to be only sixteen.

The perfect age to begin cultivation.

Victor studied him for a moment.

There was no need to rush.

Norman had already waited through an age that no living person could imagine.

A few more years meant nothing.

"Every cause of the past is a fruit of the future."

Victor’s voice was quiet.

"Do not cling to what was. Only remember this—you are of the Salvatore clan!!"

The words were simple.

But they struck Norman deeper than any profound scripture could have.

A flicker of emotion passed through his eyes.

He had slumbered since the Chaotic Era.

When he awakened, the world he remembered was gone.

The people he once knew were gone.

The ancient clans he remembered had disappeared into history.

Even his own memories had been sealed away.

For the first time since awakening, he had felt something that resembled belonging.

His bloodline had told him Victor was his Patriarch.

But blood alone was not enough to erase the uncertainty in his heart.

Now Victor’s words had done what his blood could not.

They gave him a place.

A family.

A reason to move forward.

"Thank you, Patriarch!!"

Norman bowed deeply.

His voice carried solemn conviction.

Victor nodded.

"Good!! Then I shall help you set foot upon the path of cultivation!!"

Norman straightened.

Victor’s expression became serious.

"Sit cross-legged. Calm your mind and focus your breath!!"