The road ahead was boundless. Mu Ningxxue knew that it was useless to be worried. She could only take one step at a time.
She calmed herself and felt the Ice Element that filled the land.
For some reason, these ice elements that were cruel, and brutal to others were rather appealing to Mu Ningxue. They were like fireflies in the forest, which were pure and harmless.
She tried to absorb them into her soul little by little, but these ice elements turned into special snow water, washing the magic bow that merged with her soul.
The Ice Crystal Bow had always accompanied Mu Ningxue in her growth. When she was a child, she felt that it was like a devil that kept whipping her. If she were a little neglectful, she would pay a painful price.
After she gradually got used to its harshness and punishment, she felt that it was not as terrible as she thought.