Free Web NovelChapter 24: The Sky That Never Falls
The Sky That Never Falls
Damien’s breathing grew heavier with every step.
His heart pounded so violently that it felt ready to burst from his chest.
He couldn’t afford to be late.
Not again.
In his previous life, he had arrived too late.
Far too late.
By the time he reached the Salvatore Family estate, everything had already ended.
The once lively manor had become a sea of blood.
The elders who had watched him grow were gone.
The younger generation who had laughed and trained alongside him lay motionless upon the cold ground.
Even now, after being reborn, those memories remained as vivid as fresh wounds.
They haunted him every night.
They never truly disappeared.
"I won’t let it happen again..."
"I absolutely won’t..."
His voice was barely louder than a whisper, yet every word carried an unwavering determination.
In his previous life, after the destruction of the Salvatore Family, Damien had hidden himself from the world.
He cultivated with madness bordering on obsession.
Years later, he had stepped into the Stellar Sovereign Realm, earning the title of the Quick-witted Lord.
People feared his intelligence more than his cultivation.
Every scheme he devised became an inescapable trap.
Every enemy who underestimated him eventually regretted it.
Yet no matter how powerful he became...
No matter how many enemies he slaughtered...
None of it could bring his family back.
That regret had remained buried in the deepest corner of his heart.
This life...
Everything was different.
Victor had returned.
The Salvatore Family still stood proudly.
He would protect this future no matter the cost.
"Patriarch..."
"Please don’t let history repeat itself..."
His eyes gradually reddened.
The Eternal Tribulation Sword resting inside his dantian sensed the turbulence in his emotions.
Buzz...
Buzz...
The tiny sword spirit emitted soft humming sounds.
A faint sword intent spread quietly through his body.
Its gentle vibration seemed to comfort him.
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You’re no longer alone.
Just then—
"Damien?"
A familiar voice suddenly called out.
Damien instinctively looked up.
Standing not far away was a handsome middle-aged man wearing elegant white robes.
His face carried a gentle smile, yet there was unmistakable firmness hidden behind his calm eyes.
It was Max Salvatore.
Victor’s younger brother.
The former Acting Patriarch of the Salvatore Family.
Max frowned slightly upon seeing Damien sprinting toward the restricted area.
Before Damien could react—
Whoosh!
His vision blurred.
The next moment, his body became completely weightless.
Max had effortlessly lifted him into the air by the back of his robes.
Damien kicked his legs instinctively.
"W-Wait!"
"Second Uncle!"
Max couldn’t help smiling helplessly.
"Where are you rushing off to in such a panic?"
"The Patriarch is discussing important matters with the leaders of the Ashthorn Family and Ravencreast Family."
"You mustn’t cause trouble."
His tone remained warm.
Like an elder patiently speaking to an impatient child.
Unfortunately...
Damien had no time to explain properly.
His expression became increasingly anxious.
"Second Uncle!"
"The Patriarch is in danger!"
The words caused Max’s expression to become serious.
"In danger?"
His brows slowly knitted together.
Damien nodded repeatedly.
"Yes!"
"There’s something strange about the Ashthorn Family!"
"Their ancestor..."
"Tobias Ashthorn might already be hiding inside Magnus Ashthorn’s body!"
"And his cultivation has already reached Half-Step Heavenly Genesis Realm!"
"If we don’t warn the Patriarch immediately—"
Before Damien could finish speaking—
BOOM!!
A deafening explosion suddenly shook the entire courtyard. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com
The earth trembled.
Ancient trees swayed violently.
Dust rose into the sky.
The enormous doors of the Family Hall exploded outward like shattered glass, crashing heavily onto the stone courtyard.
Everyone instinctively looked toward the source of the sound.
Silence followed.
Out of the drifting smoke...
A tall figure slowly walked forward.
Long shoulder-length black hair swayed gently behind him.
Golden eyes shone with a brilliance that rivaled the sun itself.
His black robe embroidered with golden dragons fluttered proudly despite the absence of wind.
Victor.
Every step he took carried indescribable majesty.
He looked less like a cultivator...
And more like a divine emperor descending into the mortal world.
Before him—
An elderly man with a sinister appearance lay sprawled across the ground.
His once-arrogant face was now filled with terror.
His body trembled uncontrollably.
His eyes stared at Victor as though he were looking at something impossible.
Fear.
Shock.
Disbelief.
Every emotion mixed together upon that weathered face.
Damien’s pupils contracted violently.
His breathing stopped.
Tobias Ashthorn...
He really appeared...
Just like in my previous life...
But—
Everything after that...
Was completely different.
Victor slowly stopped walking.
His hands rested calmly behind his back.
He looked down at Tobias as though looking at nothing more than an insignificant insect.
Then his indifferent voice echoed throughout the entire courtyard.
"Half-Step Heavenly Genesis Realm?"
A faint smile appeared on his handsome face.
It carried neither arrogance nor mockery.
Only absolute confidence.
"Worthless trash."
Those two words echoed across the entire Salvatore Family estate.
Every disciple.
Every elder.
Every child.
Every servant.
All of them heard Victor’s voice.
At that very moment...
The blazing sun above Aurelia City quietly slipped behind thick clouds.
The brilliant daylight dimmed.
A cool wind swept across the courtyard.
Even the heavens themselves seemed to fall silent before the authority of the Salvatore Family Patriarch.
The sky...
Had darkened.
