Chapter 181: Karma Threads That Lead Back to Their Master

Karma Threads That Lead Back to Their Master

And from there—

He could glimpse what had yet to happen.

With merely this sliver of the Great Law of Karma, Victor could see the cause through the effect.

He could peer through karma and see through his enemy’s causes.

Thus, he could know their future three breaths ahead.

Three breaths.

To ordinary people, that might seem insignificant.

To a true expert, however, three breaths could determine life and death.

A sword could be drawn.

A technique could be activated.

A killing move could be unleashed.

And Victor would already know.

If he extended further along this Great Law in the future...

He could see the fate of ten thousand years yet to come.

That was terrifying.

Victor’s lips curved slightly.

"One good turn deserves another~"

Feeling the benefits of the Great Law of Karma, Victor’s mood soared.

What could be more satisfying than turning an enemy’s killing method into one’s own power?

Of course, there was something better.

Using their own techniques against them.

Victor’s smile deepened.

He formed another hand seal.

A thought arose in his mind.

In an instant—

The karma seemed to reverse.

The threads Victor had shattered were restored.

They appeared again.

But something had changed.

They no longer moved toward Victor.

Instead, the threads twisted strangely.

Their direction reversed.

Their destination changed.

Then they dissipated into the void.

Victor understood immediately.

These karma threads had not vanished.

They had reversed course.

Now they were seeking out the one who had laid them.

The enemy had tried to use karma against him.

Victor simply returned the favor.

Turning the enemy’s own technique against them.

Victor’s eyes became slightly colder.

He now understood how terrifying the Greamory family truly was.

They were the bloodline of the ancient Thunder God, Greamory, left behind throughout the nine heavens and ten earths.

Every member of that family was born with Mortal Forging Realm strength.

Their bloodline alone was extraordinary.

They were naturally attuned to the Great Law of Thunder.

They were also naturally attuned to the Great Law of Karma.

Two supremely powerful paths.

Within the Heavenly Flamefrost Empire, their status was unrivalled.

Countless experts filled their ranks.

The current clan head was Vernon Greamory—a supreme Grand Saint Realm expert.

Beneath him were nine Solar Eclipse experts.

The renowned "Nine Kings of Greamory."

Their names shook the nine heavens and ten earths.

It was even said that several ancient Greamory ancestors were sealed within their ancestral grounds.

Each of them had reached the Grand Saint Realm or beyond.

Figures like the Falling Goose Lunar Saint were countless within the Greamory family.

A Lunar Saint was undoubtedly powerful.

But before such a colossal force...

He was almost insignificant.

Victor understood this clearly.

Destroying the Greamory family was not yet within his reach.

Not now.

But that didn’t mean it would remain impossible forever.

The Salvatore family’s strength was growing at an astonishing rate.

Every generation produced monsters.

Every battle created another expert.

Every inheritance continued to strengthen their foundation.

In just a few years...

They would ride the wind.

The Eternal Void Roc would ascend to the heavens.

Victor’s golden eyes remained calm.

There was neither joy nor sorrow within them.

Destroying the Greamory family—

A terror that had suppressed countless ages—

Did not seem like an impossible dream.

It was merely another stone on the road.

One day, he would step over it.

Though he could not annihilate them yet, he would not be polite to the hand they had extended!

Victor looked up slightly.

Countless threads of karma swirled within his golden eyes.

They intertwined.

They separated.

They formed an endless web.

For a brief moment, Victor seemed less like a cultivator and more like a supreme god overlooking the countless lives beneath heaven.

"I hope you enjoy my gift..."

His voice was quiet.

But there was a faint coldness hidden within it.

Then his gaze fell upon Austin.

A faint smile touched his lips.

"You did well."

Austin scratched his head sheepishly.

The fierce expression he had worn while fighting the Lunar Saint disappeared almost instantly.

Only before Victor did he shed the image of the young Flame King.

Before everyone else, he had fought like a blazing war god.

Before Victor...

He was simply Austin.

A younger member standing before the Patriarch he respected.

But Akeno, dwelling within the ring, felt her soul-body tremble.

Those eyes—

Too terrifying.

Countless threads of karma seemed to weave through them.

Endless cycles of reincarnation played out within their depths.

Akeno’s purple eyes widened.

She had seen countless powerful cultivators.

She had once stood at a height ordinary people could never imagine.

She was the Purple Flame Empress.

She was Austin’s teacher.

Yet even she felt a chill when she looked at Victor’s eyes.

Victor appeared to be speaking to Austin.

But Akeno was certain.

In that moment—

The Patriarch had been speaking directly to her.

She had long suspected that Victor might be an Emperor playing among mortals.

Her suspicion had never completely disappeared.

But now...

Her heart still trembled uncontrollably.

Within the ring, Akeno bowed deeply toward Victor.

Her reverence was absolute.

"Good. All of you have gained much."

Victor’s gaze did not linger on her.

Instead, he looked toward the other two.

There was approval in his eyes.

Nux seemed somewhat distracted.

His black hair moved gently in the lingering wind as he stood there, apparently lost in thought.

Damien, meanwhile, immediately put on his childish demeanor again.

He grinned.

He looked harmless.

Almost foolish.

But Victor had already seen through him long ago.

He knew Damien was a reincarnator.

He knew the young man carried memories from another life.

He knew the secrets hidden beneath that childish smile.

But Victor did not expose him.

There was no need.

Some secrets were better left untouched.

After asking about their experiences within the Heavenly Secret Realm, Victor rose.

His black robe moved with the wind.

Golden dragon embroidery glimmered faintly beneath the sunlight.

Then Victor activated the Primordial Divine Art: Eternal Void Roc Sovereign Scripture.