That winter, auroras blazed brighter than in decades, shifting skies green and purple across snow. The clan gathered in central square, surrounding Patriarch who stood weak but tall.
He raised staff, voice hoarse but clear. "Look above! Even stars bow to cold tonight. This is sign—our frost endures. Each of you, hold creed in heart: Clan above self. Pass it onward. If one life fails, another grows stronger. That is our eternity."
His sons and daughters stood before him. Yuexin beside him, her hands holding his trembling frame steady.
Leng Tian closed eyes briefly, feeling cold air sear lungs. He whispered softly, words half to family, half to heavens: "In my first life, I was useless. But now… look how far we have come."
Thunderous cheers erupted from clan, voices united, echoing into wilderness.
He opened eyes, seeing children smiling proudly, disciples bowing, villagers cheering. And for the first time in his existence, he felt peace.
As aurora lights painted his pale face, Leng Tian murmured inwardly to the unseen tome:
"Eternal Frost… my roots are ready. If I die tonight, I will die fulfilled."
The book's unseen pages glowed silently:
First Life Ending Sequence. Heritage stable. Descendants: 3 direct heirs, 60+ clan households.
Next Rebirth: Innate Soul Power 3.
Though he lived a few more years, this night marked the beginning of his final chapter—the Patriarch who once was "useless" now eternal in legacy.
🔥 End of Chapter 50