Chapter 200: The Prodigy Who Only Loved Books

The Prodigy Who Only Loved Books

All were stunned by these monstrously talented youths.

But when they learned that these prodigies couldn’t even rank in the Salvatore family’s Rank—

The Celestial Capital Domain fell silent.

No one knew what to say.

The strongest youth in their eyes wasn’t even qualified to enter the family’s Rank.

What kind of monsters were hidden inside the Salvatore Family?

What kind of foundation could produce such terrifying descendants?

An invincible family that stood above all had been born.

It was impossible to imagine how deep the Salvatore Family’s foundations truly ran.

Even the Dawn Empire, where Sovereign Blessed Land lay, rode the rising tide!

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Sovereign Peak.

Within the boundless darkness of the secret chamber, a pair of radiant golden eyes slowly opened after long cultivation.

Instantly, all around was illuminated by that brilliance.

The darkness seemed to retreat before Victor’s gaze.

For a moment, even the shadows appeared to tremble.

Cultivation knew no time.

Three years had passed in the blink of an eye in Victor’s perception!

His cultivation had reached the Fourth Level of the Lunar Sovereign Realm—and he had reshaped this realm, becoming the eternal moon itself!

The aura surrounding him was vastly different from three years ago.

It was quieter.

Deeper.

Yet beneath that tranquility was a terrifying power that could erupt at any moment.

Victor slowly rose.

His black hair slid over his shoulders.

His golden eyes looked toward an unremarkable corner of Sovereign Blessed Land.

A faint smile tugged at his lips.

"How interesting. Let’s see if you can stay hidden this time."

His voice was barely audible.

Yet his gaze had already locked onto that distant place.

Many Salvatore Family members were gathering.

They stood around the mountain, whispering among themselves.

"Finally we get to see the mysterious Everlasting Puppet!"

"Don’t call him Everlasting Puppet anymore—after today, we might be calling him First Divine Demon!"

"Don’ t even mention it—Norman is absolutely terrifying!"

The excited voices spread through the crowd.

Their gazes were filled with admiration as they looked toward the youth in white at the mountain’s foot.

The once Fifth Divine Demon Norman Salvatore—

now the Second Divine Demon.

After Damien and the others had returned to Sovereign Blessed Land and fully integrated their inheritances, Norman had sought them out.

He had challenged Nux, Austin, and Damien in accordance with the Rank rules.

The four had fought an earth-shattering battle.

The sky had darkened beneath their clash.

Flames burned the sky.

Sword Intent ran rampant.

Killing intent blotted out the sun.

Divine demons supported the heavens!

The terrifying phenomena had lasted for three days.

For three entire days, the mountains trembled.

The clouds were torn apart.

The earth shook beneath the pressure.

Countless younger members could only watch from afar.

No one saw the battle’s outcome.

But after that day, aside from Norman—

the other three had all left Sovereign Blessed Land to seek their own paths.

No one knew exactly what they had discovered.

No one knew where they had gone.

But everyone knew one thing.

Norman had remained.

His power, like a god or demon, had won the admiration of countless Salvatore Family youths.

Many saw him as their idol.

And today, he had found the location of the mysterious Everlasting Puppet.

The Salvatore Family knew only the name.

They had never laid eyes on this terrifying prodigy.

Now, their curiosity had reached its peak.

"Little brother! Look at those—those are true prodigies!"

A simple, honest youth urged his younger brother.

He pointed toward the gathering crowd.

There was genuine excitement in his voice.

He wanted his little brother to see the people everyone admired.

In his arms sat a small child.

The boy paid no attention to his brother.

Instead, he was absorbed in the book in his hands, reading with fascination.

The book was thin.

Its pages had already become slightly worn from constant use.

The boy’s small fingers carefully turned one page after another.

His eyes never left the words.

He showed no interest in anything around him.

The spectacle of the Rank battle—which had drawn the admiration of all—meant less to him than the thin pages in his hands.

The shouting.

The cheering.

The powerful auras.

The gathering of countless talented youths.

None of it could pull his attention away from his book.

Seeing his brother’s disinterest, the youth sighed helplessly.

There was no helping him.

His brother was named Oliver.

He was three years old.

On the day of his birth, celestial phenomena had appeared.

Countless rainbow lights had descended from the heavens.

Brilliant color s had filled the sky.

Then, countless celestial characters had materialized from the void.

The phenomenon had shocked the entire Salvatore Family.

The family’s stewards had immediately come to examine Oliver’s aptitude.

And what they discovered left them stunned.

Born with Mortal Forging, all meridians open!

Such a foundation was extraordinary.

The stewards had immediately hoped he would walk the path of cultivation.

Perhaps he could even enter the family’s Rank.

They had imagined another terrifying prodigy rising among the younger generation.

But Oliver had shown no interest in cultivation whatsoever.

Instead, he loved nothing more than reading.

Every day, he devoured book after book.

Cultivation manuals.

Historical records.

Ancient stories.

Geographical texts.

Even books that ordinary children would never understand.

He read everything.

Sometimes he would sit in the same place for hours without moving.

It gave his brother endless headaches.

The youth looked down at him again.

Oliver merely turned another page.

Completely unaware that one of the greatest prodigies of the current generation was standing nearby.

At the foot of Puppet Peak, Norman Salvatore finally stopped.

His black hair stirred gently in the mountain wind.

His expression was calm.

His left eye churned with demonic depth— his right eye blazed with divine brilliance.

In his eyes, that seemingly ordinary wooden hut held endless killing intent.

Even he would not come out unscathed if he entered rashly.

The hut looked almost laughably simple.