Chapter 198: The Sword That Erased Heavenly Tribulation [Part 2]

The Sword That Erased Heavenly Tribulation [Part 2]

Then—

All visions ended.

The ceremony was over.

The countless terrifying beings remained shaken.

Everything they had witnessed today was beyond belief.

A Lunar Saint-level investiture that had drawn the homage of all realms.

A heretic who had refused the title of "Supreme."

The terrifying tribulation thunder that had sought to annihilate everything.

And the ancient old man who had casually erased it all with a single sword stroke.

Every part of it was incomprehensible.

It was impossible to understand.

Impossible to explain.

Yet the sharpest minds among them noticed one detail.

One detail that made their hearts sink.

That terrifying being who had cut down the heavens—

Had addressed that heretic as...

"My Lord."

The realization spread through the realms.

A single sword stroke had overturned the heavens.

That alone was enough to prove that Elder Black stood beyond the Grand Saint Realm.

Yet such an ancient and terrifying existence had respectfully called a mere Lunar Saint-level youth...

My Lord.

The implications were terrifying.

The ancient beings exchanged glances across the void.

Their previous contempt had disappeared.

Their mockery had vanished.

Only shock remained.

"A single sword stroke that overturned the heavens! That is a being beyond Grand Saint Realm!!"

"And such an ancient being calls a mere Lunar Saint-level youth ’my Lord’—what kind of terrifying lineage is this? What kind of inheritance?!"

"The Golden Age! Monsters born in abundance! It seems countless ancient inheritances, invincible lineages, and ancient families have all emerged. Spread the word—let our disciples walk the realms with humility!"

"Investigate! Find out what power has appeared!"

One after another, ancient sacred lands, supreme immortal clans, and hidden Emperor clans dispatched their members.

The orders traveled through countless territories.

Ancient formations awakened.

Void passages opened.

Powerful figures who had remained hidden for countless years stepped into the world once more.

Some carried ancient treasures. Others brought secret techniques that had not seen the light of day for generations.

Their purpose was the same.

Find that terrifying lineage.

Find the existence capable of causing the Great Laws of World themselves to tremble.

Some wanted to forge an alliance before the mysterious force became too powerful.

Others had ambition burning in their hearts.

If such a lineage truly possessed an extraordinary inheritance, perhaps they could seize a portion of it.

Perhaps they could even uncover the secret behind its rise.

Their gazes swept across the centers of the three thousand great domains, traversing the nine heavens and ten earths...

None would ever guess that the supreme inheritance, the divine sect they sought, dwelled in the most remote corner of the three thousand domains.

And it was still growing at a terrifying pace.

Far away from those ancient clans and immortal sacred lands, Sovereign Blessed Land remained almost completely detached from the turmoil.

Its mountains stood beneath a tranquil sky.

Mana veins pulsed beneath the earth like sleeping dragons.

The red Soul Tree quietly spread its branches, its black trunk contrasting against its deep red leaves. The Void Tree swayed beside it, causing faint ripples to pass through the surrounding space.

Nothing about the place seemed worthy of the attention of those ancient powers.

Yet beneath that peaceful surface, the foundation of the Salvatore Family was changing every day.

The old soldier’s hands hung at his sides, standing reverently behind Victor.

His posture was slightly hunched.

His ancient face carried no expression.

Yet there was an almost absolute submission in the way he stood.

No one in the Salvatore Family had witnessed the terror of what had just occurred.

The homage of all realms was visible only to beings of sufficient power.

Even many powerful figures within the Salvatore Family had no idea what had happened above Sovereign Peak.

They had only felt the strange pressure disappear.

They had not seen the terrifying sword.

They had not witnessed the blood thunder.

They had not seen the heavens themselves being cut apart.

Victor stood silently beneath the vast sky.

His shoulder-length black hair moved gently in the wind.

His golden eyes remained calm.

The black robe wrapped around his tall figure, its golden dragon embroidery shining faintly whenever sunlight passed across it.

His appearance was almost unnaturally divine.

Even without deliberately releasing his aura, his features possessed a strange charm capable of making a woman’s heart beat faster with only one glance.

But there was no pride in those golden eyes.

Only contemplation.

"One day, I will see for myself... just what you truly are."

Victor spoke softly.

His voice was calm enough that the wind nearly carried it away.

Yet the Great Laws of World within his body responded.

Invisible rhythms stirred around him.

The surrounding space trembled almost imperceptibly.

Victor slowly turned his head.

His gaze fell upon the old soldier.

For the first time since the battle ended, a trace of satisfaction appeared in his eyes.

This pawn that could trample the nine heavens and ten earths was even stronger than he had imagined.

The old soldier had erased the wrath of the heavens with a single sword.

That alone was enough to make countless ancient existences tremble.

Victor’s fingers rested loosely against his sleeve.

But relying on external power was never a long-term solution.

He understood that better than anyone.

Only the self was true and real.

Only one’s own strength was true strength.

No matter how terrifying Elder Black was, that strength ultimately belonged to someone else.

Victor wanted to stand at the summit with his own hands.

Not beneath another’s protection.

Not because someone had carried him there.

He wanted to reach that height himself.

The Salvatore Family was indeed powerful now.

The Divine Black Dragon Empire expanded outward.

Prodigies emerged in endless numbers.

Leandro Salvatore, inheritor of a Great Emperor’s legacy, had split his soul a hundred times.

Every step he took was cautious.

Every move concealed countless preparations.

When he finally acted, his methods were unmatched.

Damien Salvatore carried a supreme weapon within him.

He had been reborn with Heavenly Sword Intent, becoming a peerless prodigy whose swordsmanship continued to climb toward a frightening height.

Nux had hidden his killing intent.