Gwendolyn’s pupils contracted slightly.

“The entirety of Snowfall Hollow… more than three hundred households. Over a thousand people. Every single one of them is descended from the Frost Deity Branch.”

Ice Seal’s voice dropped low, like he was uncovering a secret buried for ten thousand years.

“Ten thousand years ago, the Frost Deity Branch was crushed by the other celestial branches. Many cultivators fled the celestial heartlands and escaped all the way to the Fifteenth Firmament, this desolate wasteland.”

“They built Snowfall Hollow here. They hid their identities, disguised themselves as ordinary human cultivators, and lived quiet, ordinary lives.”

“For ten thousand years, the bloodline was passed down from generation to generation. It grew thinner over time, but the root never disappeared.”

“It’s just that… no one dared acknowledge it.”