My name is Jiang Chengyue.
As a collateral bloodline of the Jiang Family of Yao Ji, I don't have the innate gifts of the Divine Chosen.
I can only rely on my fists and the scars left by countless battles with Life Ghosts on the ice plains, advancing step by step from the lowest level of Martial Arts Apprentice, to the Peak of a Martial Arts Grandmaster.
Only then could I finally have the opportunity to approach the core of the main family, and have the qualification to gaze upon the monument standing in the Arctic snowstorm.
Jiang Taixuan, the Ancestor.
He is a hero, a legend, the Stabilizing Needle in the hearts of countless people across the Arctic Front and the Federation!
He guarded a solitary city for seven days and nights, blood stained the Ice Fortress, dragging the time until reinforcements arrived, saving thousands in the rear.
His stories are the most exciting lullabies for every child who grows up on the Arctic Front.
I also grew up listening to these stories.
