A man appeared before Ronan.
He had blue-golden eyes, and frost hair as beautiful as Ronan’s.
His appearance wasn’t handso, yet he possessed a monuntal charm that spanned the river of ti and encapsulated eternity.
Standing beside Ronan, he stood shoulder to shoulder with him, speaking as if he were an old friend.
"Edashir, a tribe located on the Extre North Frozen Soil.
In Aoling Language, it ans ’Children of Ice Marks’...."
"Aoling Language?"
Ronan blinked, looking at the man before him.
The man chuckled softly and explained, "It was a language once used by the gods before the Ancient Tis. After the gods exited the stage, the Aoling Language gradually beca obsolete and forgotten...."
As he spoke, the man raised his hand, gently sweeping it through the void before them.
In an instant, Ronan saw the eternal ice fields before him gently turned like a thick, ancient scroll under the man’s touch.
A new scene unfolded before him.
He saw an even older ice field, and endless ice glaciers, with people dressed in strange garnts, brimming with wildness and ruggedness, running back and forth between enormous igloos.
Flags adorned with ice mark patterns flapped in the wind and snow.
The man led Ronan forward, as they stepped into this ancient and barbaric tribe, everything around them appeared so real, yet everyone there seed to ignore them.
Ronan looked back, Elsa, in her process of receiving bloodline inheritance, had already been buried in the howling wind and snow, and was nowhere to be seen.
The man led Ronan through the ice houses one by one, with threads of nostalgia in his eyes.
"On a blizzard-stilled night, the starlight was so serene and dazzling..."
The sky above swiftly shifted from day to night, as a vast sea of stars appeared. The man narrated in a low voice while pushing open the door of an igloo before them.
A loud cry of a baby echoed in Ronan’s ears, and he saw a young couple looking joyfully at a newborn baby.
"A young Edashir couple welcod their seventh child, whom they nad—Chaguscona.
Whale Eater.
That is ."
The man said softly, and Ronan exhaled lightly.
Even though he had speculated the man’s identity countless tis in his heart, upon confirming the man was indeed the legendary Ice Emperor Chaguscona, Ronan couldn’t help but feel a thrill of emotion.
The man stood beside the young couple, gazing gently at the family surrounded by happiness and joy.
"Do you know why they nad that?"
The man looked at Ronan, and Ronan shook his head.
"In the ice fields, whale at has always been the most revered delicacy, only the noblest in the tribe have the privilege to enjoy it..."
The man spoke softly, "They hoped I’d always enjoy whale at... Such a beautiful and simple wish."
The man sighed as the scene began to change rapidly before their eyes.
Ronan watched as the infant aged visibly, ti flowing by, running, playing, fighting on the ice and snow... carefree, growing into a tall, strong youth.
"Woooo——"
An eerie horn sounded across the snowy plains.
People gathered from all directions, as if ready to hold an imnse ceremonial ritual.
Ronan and the man stood as spectators outside the crowd, quietly watching it all unfold.
Ronan spotted a young Chaguscona among them, his face painted in red and black oil, filled with excitent.
"In the ancient traditions of Edashir, every Child of Ice Marks, upon reaching eighteen, must hunt an Ice Beast alone to prove their adulthood..."
The man also watched his younger self, squinting, murmuring to Ronan: "My father was one of the tribe’s most distinguished hunters, each of his sons inherited his exceptional hunting talent, and that includes ..."
"In this ritual, the rarer and more powerful the Snow Beast captured, the more it proves the hunter’s prowess."
"Since my na was Chaguscona, I naturally hoped to hunt a whale!"
Ronan heard the man whisper: "Moreover, it couldn’t just be any whale beast, it had to be an enormous, ancient top-tier Whale Beast!"
Ronan saw a young Chaguscona, his eyes glead with blinding light, teeming with confidence and ambition.
The youth, ard with a self-made spear and bow, ventured into the vast snow plains alone, the sun and moon alternated overhead.
"I nearly traversed the whole ice field, searched countless places..."
"I encountered whale beasts one after another, but they all fell short of my expectations..."
"A long ti had passed, far exceeding the hunting ritual’s deadline. But by then, I no longer cared about that, just wished I could find the perfect prey and... bring it back."
"I searched for a long ti, never achieving my goal.
Until one day..."
"I unwittingly stumbled into a completely unfamiliar sea area..."
"Whoosh——"
As the man narrated, a strange sea, blue streaked with touches of gold, ca into Ronan’s view.
Already grown from a youth into a young man, Chaguscona stood dazed at the edge of this boundless sea, seemingly equally shocked by the sea’s mystery and beauty.
This magical sea was so pure and tranquil, it seed to possess an indescribable allure, deeply attracting anyone who laid eyes on it.
As Ronan imrsed himself in the vast quietness and mystery, suddenly.
The azure sea before him abruptly rose, the water level surging upward, as if an invisible hand underneath forcefully lifted the entire ocean.
The young Chaguscona was panic-stricken in shock, and Ronan, at the sa ti, heard the man whispering gently in his ear.
"I finally encountered...."
"It."
With the fall of the word "It," a blinding snow-white swiftly rose from beneath the sea, boundless, filling Ronan’s entire field of vision.
Everything in this world was completely obscured by this dazzling whiteness.
Ronan found himself lost in this infinite white expanse, while the man’s voice by his ear suddenly beca passionate and triumphant, as though reminiscing so exhilarating tis.
"I spent almost a lifeti chasing its trail...."
"All my hardships arose because of it, all my glories too began because of it...."
"In the end, I completed that hunt..."
The man’s voice abruptly fell, becoming calm, with a tinge of lant and regret.
"But by that ti... the tribe had long ceased to exist."
Ronan forced himself to break away from the dazzling white that continued to rise swiftly, turning to look at the man beside him, whispering: "So.. it, what exactly is it?"
"The Ancient Frost Whale."
The man gazed at him warmly, softly saying: "A creature that has lived from the Mythical Era to the present, possibly one of the closest beings to truly mythological level in this world."
Ancient Frost Whale!
In an instant, Ronan’s heart and soul shook, as if struck, pierced by sothing imnse and grand.
Only now did he understand.
The azure sea he had just seen was probably the eye of the Ancient Frost Whale, and the endless, rising dazzling white... was likely the Ancient Frost Whale’s enormous, ancient body.
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