Building an Eternal Dynasty: The Eternal Legacy System

Chapter 154: The Wheel of Reincarnation

The Wheel of Reincarnation

Austin remained completely focused.

He did not move.

The energy around him continued to surge, wrapping around his body in slow, restless currents. His black hair shifted gently in the pressure, a few strands brushing against his face before drifting away again.

His expression remained calm.

He was completely absorbed in whatever he was doing.

Not far away, Nux was in a completely different state.

He remained submerged in a pool of blood.

Only his upper body could occasionally be seen beneath the crimson surface.

His black hair floated around him, spreading across the blood like dark ink.

His eyes were tightly shut.

Yet his expression kept changing.

Sometimes his brows tightened.

Sometimes his face relaxed.

At other moments, a faint trace of pain appeared before disappearing just as quickly.

Something inside him was clearly struggling.

Behind Nux, a strange phantom slowly took shape.

At first, it was barely visible.

Then it became clearer.

The figure stood silently behind him, towering over the blood pool like an ancient god watching over its chosen disciple.

Half of its face resembled a blood-soaked Asura.

Its expression was fierce.

There was an almost savage killing intent in that half of the phantom, as though countless lives had been extinguished beneath its gaze.

The other half was completely different.

It carried the merciful expression of a golden Buddha.

There was peace there.

Compassion.

A strange sense of serenity that seemed almost impossible to connect with the murderous half beside it.

Two completely opposite forces were being forced together within Nux.

Slaughter.

Mercy.

Blood.

Buddha.

They should never have belonged together.

Yet somehow, Nux was making them coexist.

The two forces collided again and again inside his body.

Every collision sent a strange pressure through the surrounding space.

Even the experts standing outside the water screen could faintly feel it.

Several of them exchanged glances.

None of them spoke.

There was no need.

They could all sense that something unusual was happening.

Nux’s path was clearly not an ordinary one.

And then there was Damien Salvatore.

Unlike Nux, Damien had not remained in one place.

Following the guidance of the Eternal Tribulation Sword, he had continued searching through the inheritance Heavenly Secret Realm.

Eventually, the sword had led him to another fragment.

That alone would have been enough to make Damien happy.

But his luck had not stopped there.

During his search, he had discovered a treasure vault.

And inside that vault were medicinal herbs.

Not ordinary herbs, either.

They were treasures capable of directly enhancing cultivation.

The moment Damien saw them, his eyes had practically lit up.

He did not waste time wondering why they had been left there.

He did not bother searching for some hidden mechanism.

He simply took them.

Then he found a secluded place and began consuming them.

There was a reason for his haste.

The medicinal herbs were unusually potent.

Their power had been preserved by the unique properties of the Heavenly Secret Realm.

As long as the realm remained intact, their medicinal efficacy would remain almost perfectly preserved.

But once the realm collapsed...

Everything would change.

The power contained within those herbs would rapidly fade.

Damien understood that very clearly.

He was not about to let such an opportunity slip through his fingers.

So he consumed them one after another.

There was no hesitation.

No wasted movement.

Every second mattered.

And Leandro Salvatore was having his own encounter with fortune.

He had been moving continuously beneath the great tombs.

His true body remained hidden somewhere within the depths.

Instead of exposing himself, Leandro continued sending one substitute after another outward.

The substitutes searched.

They explored.

They entered dangerous areas in his place.

If one disappeared, another would take its place.

His true body never needed to reveal itself.

It was a cautious method.

Perhaps even an excessively cautious one.

But it suited Leandro perfectly.

He had no intention of gambling his life unnecessarily.

Clearly, every member of the Salvatore Family had found their own opportunity within the inheritance Heavenly Secret Realm.

None of them had returned empty-handed.

Victor watched everything in silence.

His gaze moved across the distant figures one by one.

Austin.

Nux.

Damien.

Leandro.

For a brief moment, satisfaction appeared in Victor’s eyes.

Good.

They had all found their opportunities.

That was exactly what he wanted.

The future of the Salvatore Family could not depend on one person alone.

If everything rested on Victor’s shoulders, then the family would never truly become strong.

A single powerful individual could protect a family for a time.

But that was not enough.

A true family needed many pillars.

Every member needed their own path.

Every prodigy needed enough resources to grow.

They needed opportunities.

They needed experience.

Most importantly, they needed the chance to become strong enough to stand on their own.

Victor had never intended to carry everyone forever.

He wanted the entire Salvatore Family to rise.

And now, seeing them obtain their own fortunes, he felt that quiet satisfaction only a person who had invested in something could understand.

Then—

CRACK!!

The sound came without warning.

It echoed across the entire inheritance Heavenly Secret Realm.

The atmosphere instantly changed.

Everyone looked upward.

The sword scar Victor had carved into the Heavenly Secret Realm was trembling.

The ancient structure surrounding it seemed to shudder.

For a moment, nothing happened.

Then another tiny sound followed.

Crack.

A thin fracture appeared.

It slowly spread across the ancient structure.

The crack was not large.

But everyone who saw it understood what it meant.

The ancient power that had enveloped the Heavenly Secret Realm for countless years was fading.

Slowly.

Steadily.

There was no stopping it.

The inheritance Heavenly Secret Realm was dying.

And this time, there was no doubt about it.

The process was irreversible.

Derek looked upward.

A trace of regret appeared in his eyes.

He slowly shook his head.

There was nothing anyone could do.

Once the barrier of an inheritance Heavenly Secret Realm was broken, the realm itself would eventually die.

That was common knowledge throughout the various realms.

It was not a theory.

It was a natural law that had been proven countless times.

Even Grand Saint Realm experts could not reverse it.

If they could, things would have been very different.

The Emperor clans and sacred lands would have long ago forcibly opened every inheritance Heavenly Secret Realm they discovered.

They would have taken everything.

The treasures.

The inheritances.

The medicinal herbs.

The ancient weapons.

Everything.

They would have left nothing behind for ordinary cultivators.

But that had never happened.

Because the inheritance Heavenly Secret Realms could not simply be treated as treasure vaults.

Their existence followed its own rules.

Once their barriers were broken, their foundations would gradually collapse.

No matter how powerful the person responsible was, the destruction could not be stopped.

Even the strongest beings could only watch.

Derek sighed quietly.

Around him, the other Stellar Sovereign experts also fell silent.

Some continued staring at the water screen.

Others looked toward the ancient ruins surrounding them.

Nobody spoke for a while.

The mood that had previously been filled with anticipation slowly became heavy.

An ancient inheritance was about to disappear.

Perhaps it had existed for countless years.

Perhaps generations of cultivators had entered these ruins before them.

Perhaps countless people had once stood in the exact same place, searching for their chance to change their destiny.

Now, all of it was coming to an end.

The ruins would disappear.

The ancient energy would dissipate.

And countless fortunes would vanish along with the realm itself.

For many cultivators, this might be the only time in their entire lives that they would ever witness an inheritance Heavenly Secret Realm.

Once it disappeared, there would be no second chance.

Some cultivators clenched their fists.

Others lowered their gazes.

A few simply stared into the distance, seemingly trying to memorize the sight before them.

Even the strongest experts could not remain completely indifferent.

After all, they were witnessing the end of something ancient.

Something that had survived longer than most civilizations.

Something that had existed before many of them were even born.

But then—

Just as everyone was lamenting the Heavenly Secret Realm’s impending demise—

Victor slowly raised his hand.

The movement was simple.

Almost casual.

There was no dramatic expression on his face.

No hesitation.

No visible preparation.

He simply lifted his hand toward the dying heavens.

The surrounding experts noticed the movement.

One by one, their gazes shifted toward him.

Victor did not look at them.

His golden eyes remained fixed on the sky above.

The cracks continued spreading.

Ancient energy continued disappearing.

The entire Heavenly Secret Realm seemed to be approaching its final moments.

Yet Victor remained strangely calm.

His raised hand hovered beneath the fractured heavens.

For a brief moment, nothing happened.

Then the surrounding atmosphere changed.

The air became heavy.

The ruins trembled.

The ground beneath everyone’s feet began to shake.

A low pressure spread outward from Victor’s position.

It was subtle at first.

Then it grew stronger.

Several experts’ expressions changed.

They could feel something.

Something immense.

Something that had not been there a moment ago.

Victor’s fingers slowly tightened.

The dying heavens seemed to respond.

The entire inheritance Heavenly Secret Realm fell into an eerie silence.

And then—

BOOM!!

In that instant, an ancient, weathered rhythm of the Great Laws of World emanated from his form.

The air trembled.

The earth became silent.

Endless rainbow light surged behind him.

It spread across the sky like an enormous celestial river.

The colors intertwined.

Red.

Gold.

Blue.

Violet.

White.

Countless rays illuminated the collapsing Heavenly Secret Realm.

The surrounding Stellar Sovereign experts stared in disbelief.

They could feel something ancient within that light.

Something that seemed to exist outside the normal boundaries of cultivation.

Then the void behind Victor began to distort.

Space twisted.

The Great Laws of World trembled.

A misty, swirling phantom wheel slowly emerged.

At first, it was only a vague outline.

Then it became clearer.

Ancient.

Mysterious.

Immense.

It seemed to carry the weight of countless lives and deaths.

The cycle of existence itself appeared to be reflected upon its surface.

No one spoke.

No one dared to breathe too loudly.

Even Derek’s expression changed.

Victor’s golden eyes remained calm as the phantom wheel continued to turn behind him.

The ancient rhythm grew stronger.

The collapsing inheritance Heavenly Secret Realm seemed to tremble beneath its presence.

As the Reincarnation Phantom manifested—