Jared chance novel Chapter 6421

"Gwendolyn walked slowly to his side and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.

Together, they looked toward the solemn ice peak, toward the ancestral homeland that had carried the Frost Deity Branch’s thousand years of rise and fall, thousand years of blood and tears, and thousand years of unbroken obsession."

"The frost energy around her softened in silence.

The killing edge in her eyes faded away, leaving only layers too tangled to speak through at once. She stood quiet for a long while before she finally opened her mouth, her voice low, carrying what the Frost Deity Branch had held back for thousands of years and what they had waited for just as long."

"This is the ancestral seat of the Frost Deity Branch. Our cultural root, our lineage root, and the source of our bloodline all gather here. We cannot keep letting the celestials occupy and trample it, turning it into forbidden grounds guarded by foreign tribes while our people are shamed generation after generation."

"When her words fell, she slowly raised the Frostbrand in her hand.

The sword tip pointed steadily toward the wide, level frozen plain at the foot of the ancestral ice peak, a place rich in spiritual essence and easy to defend while difficult to attack. Her gaze did not shift, and her voice rang firm, without the slightest hesitation."

"Right here," Gwendolyn said. "We build the Frosthall's permanent seat on this ground. We take root in the ancestral homeland and wander no longer."

"Beside her, Alaric’s whole body jolted.

His eyes lit at once, bright and burning, and even his breathing turned sharper before he strode forward. His voice came out with the force of something he could hardly believe."

"Palace Mistress, is that true? Can we really put down roots here, have the rightful seat that belongs to us, and stop hiding and wandering from place to place?"

"Absolutely true. Not a single false word." Gwendolyn gave a small nod. Her voice stayed soft, but every word landed with the weight of iron.

"The ancestral seat carries the ancient bloodline ward. Only those with true Frost-Deity blood can move in and out freely. Outside enemies and foreign tribes cannot approach the inner heartland at all, so this natural barrier leaves us secure."

"""The spiritual essence here is deep and pure, far beyond Evershade. The terrain is dangerous, easy to defend, and hard to attack, and it lies far from the celestials' core range of heavy encirclement.

""Compared with every hiding place we have used before, this is safer and steadier. It is the best main base for the Frost Deity Branch to rise again and restore the glory of our people."""

When she finished, Gwendolyn turned toward Jared beside her. Her gaze carried a measure of asking and a measure of trust as she waited for his decision.

"After everything they had crossed together, after fighting shoulder to shoulder and surviving life-and-death ground side by side, Jared had long since become the Frost Deity Branch's most trusted support.

A matter that concerned the whole clan should have been discussed with him."

Jared smiled faintly. His expression remained gentle and settled, and he answered without the slightest hesitation. "If your mind is made up, and your people need it, then it can be done. If you think this place is right, we start at once. We build here, give it everything we have, and waste no time."

"It was only one plain sentence, with no polished speech wrapped around it.

But it held up the Frost Deity Branch's thousand years of wandering hopes and gave everyone there the solid ground they had been missing."

"Alaric's eyes reddened at once. Heat gathered behind them, turning bright at the rims, but he held it there and would not let it fall.

A thousand years of endurance and hardship pressed up through him all at once."

Elara quickly lifted a hand over her mouth. The ache and joy underneath could not be held down, and tears slid silently from the corners of her eyes, wetting the front of her robe.

"Cedric had always been a man of few words, and even now he said nothing.

But both his fists clenched tight, and his eyes burned with something hot and stirring, as if every buried pulse in him had been struck awake."

"For thousands of years, they had been driven from place to place.

For thousands of years, they had hidden and endured.

For thousands of years, foreign tribes had pressed them down.

For thousands of years, the bloodline had scattered without a home."

"The Frost Deity Branch's kin had been torn apart and scattered in every direction.

They had not dared acknowledge their ancestors. They had not dared return to their roots. They had not dared reveal who they were.

Day and night, they had lived under dread and humiliation, with no home to return to, no land to stand on, and not even a branch where they could rest."

"But today, the page of suffering turned.

The humiliation ended.

The wandering stopped."

"The Frost Deity Branch had finally taken back the ancestral homeland.

They had planted themselves again in the ancestral seat. They had a true, secure homeland of their own, and with it, the foundation and confidence to rebuild their people."

"Once the surge inside them settled, everyone moved at once and threw themselves into the work.

Their hands turned toward building their homeland with a heat that needed no command."

"Alaric, Elara, and Cedric drove their pure Frost-Deity nascence force to the limit.

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