Darkness opened like a doorway, and Leng Xue felt his soul sinking once more. He had lived twice already: first as the mocked child who built a clan, second as the frost wall who protected Shrek and raised Frostpine to power. Now, the Eternal Tome glowed again, sharper than ever. Words unfolded before him like snowflakes on midnight wind.
Second Life Complete – Grade A.
Starting Bonus carried.
Martial Spirit: Everfrost Core.
Innate Soul Power: Rank 5.
Cycle Three begins.
Leng Xue closed his eyes. Unlike his last rebirth, there was no regret. He had preserved his clan, resisted Spirit Hall, and seen Shrek's rise. He had not seen Tang San ascend to godhood, but the world didn't need him there. His frost was meant for roots, not heavens. That was enough.
The light swallowed him.
When it faded, he heard voices. "It's a boy! Look—look at his eyes, like two crystals…"
He gasped. He was breathing again, crying like an infant. Warmth wrapped him—pelts, arms holding him gently. A woman's voice broke with tears. "Our son shall be called Leng Zhi. He will live long, stronger than any before!"
It hit him. This was his third life. Not in Frostpine, not under the shadow of Spirit Hall, but somewhere…else. He could feel the world had changed. He sensed fewer whispers of the Wars he had lived through. Time had passed—decades, maybe centuries.
And in his chest, deep in his soul, pulsed the Everfrost Core. A crystal sphere of flawless ice, complete and radiant, stronger than the shards and walls of former lives. It hummed steady in his soul, like eternal glacier heart. He could already feel spirit power flowing smoother. Rank 5 innate—stronger beginning than either life before.
As he grew through toddler years, his parents realized his strange gift. Even without formal awakening, his breath expelled mist cold enough to frost windows. Around three years old, he played with fallen snow yet his tiny hand hardened it into sculpture instantly. Villagers whispered, "This is not normal frost. This child carries something divine."
Leng Zhi—Leng Xue reborn—smiled secretly every time. He remembered ancestral failures, remembered teaching his clan. He knew this time his role was larger. The Everfrost Core pulsed, whispering promise: frost not only to preserve, but to create, reshape.
And unlike before, he was not starting useless, nor ordinary. From the first day, this era named him prodigy.