Arkfaire went through the groups one after the other but no longer explained their history. The number of sculptures would dwindle with each passing generation, and there was an important reason for that—a reduction in the number of clansmen.

When they arrived at the last group, there was only one sculpture left.

Arkfaire walked past this sculpture slowly and came to a stop at the final, unsculpted block of ice. “This is my place.”

Qianye raised his brows, waiting for what the young man was going to say.

Arkfaire eventually said, “The Thunderfrost Temple was only finished during the reign of the seventh generation ancestor, giving us some ability to control the destructive power of this continent. It was already too late at that point. There weren’t enough clansmen to maintain reproduction, and our numbers were dwindling constantly. The only way to survive was to take in new blood from the outside. From a different perspective, however, that would also be the end of our clan.”

Qianye realized that the thinning of bloodlines was a problem every clan would have to face....