After Silver Snow died, even fewer members of the Nine-Tailed Tribe remained alive.
By now, only a few dozen tribespeople were left.
As for the others, they had either been implanted with demon seeds, undergone demonization, or died at the Grand Elder's hands that day.
Those now in charge of the Nine-Tailed Tribe were Silver Star and Yin Li, two rising talents who were still relatively young.
After peace returned to the world, they restored their former cave dwellings and settled the other tribespeople in.
Then there was... Silver Snow's Crystal Coffin.
Long ago, Su Jiu had entrusted the Crystal Coffin to the Enforcement Hall, which had then passed it into their hands.
Fallen leaves returned to their roots. Silver Snow, too, should rest forever in the place where he belonged.
Even now, Silver Star remembered his reaction upon seeing the Crystal Coffin that day...
Back then, his first thought had probably been, How could this be... How could this possibly be...
His Little Uncle was so powerful, so gifted. How could he be lying silently in a coffin? Didn't he love lively company more than anything? Could he really bear the silence inside the Crystal Coffin?
Silver Star could not understand. Back then, he could not even accept the outcome. He felt that Heaven had played an enormous joke on him, as though Silver Snow might open his eyes inside the coffin at any moment.
But reality told him this was no joke, because Silver Snow truly never opened his eyes again.
In the end, Yin Li was the first to suggest burying Silver Snow.
Then Silver Snow's Crystal Coffin was carried deep into a mountain hollow somewhere on Netherworld Mountain.
The forebears of the Nine-Tailed Foxes were honored there, and now Silver Snow had become one of them.