The snow in the Arctic seems to be endless, without pause, without interval, white and expansive, and the cold wind that does not stop is even more lonely.

"Zheng—"

The hands that were bruised from the cold suddenly stopped, and the sound of the piano that was torn apart by the wind and snow together was Li Muyu, who had been playing for seven days, and at this moment, he finally stopped his crazy crazy behavior.

"It's been ten months......

Whew-

The howling wind kept hitting Li Muyu's already frozen face, no sense, no pain, even if the thought in his heart was only the word "cold", but Li Muyu, who had spent ten months finally climbing to the top of the snowy mountain, had long been accustomed to the cold of the Arctic.

"Ding—"

The frozen purple fingers plucked the cold strings again, and as a monosyllable popped out of the strings, in an instant, with Li Muyu as the center, within a radius of nearly a thousand meters on the top of the mountain, the snowflakes falling in the sky suddenly stopped, but soon, at the moment when Li Muyu stopped plucking the strings, the strange scene as if time had stopped also returned to its original appearance.

"I'm really not a genius......

The corners of his mouth twitched, looking at the thousands of meters of territory around him that had been restored to its original state, Li Muyu's expression couldn't help but feel a little bitter.

In the past ten months, Li Muyu has used the effect of improving inspiration in "Tian Lai Qin Score", and initially condensed the seeds of ice and snow magic in "Three Thousand Ways of Resisting Water".

This speed, although it is extremely fast from the outside, is still half a point slower than those cultivation geniuses. Moreover, in this cultivation speed, Li Muyu also contains the help of "Heavenly Sound Qin Score", so for the ice and snow supernatural power in "Three Thousand Ways of Imperial Water", compared to the ice and snow supernatural power that is difficult to cultivate, Li Muyu's speed of condensing supernatural power seeds is really mediocre.

"With my current level of snowfall, maybe I can pass the first test, and then later, I'm afraid I'll lose the face of the Ziyang Divine Monarch."

I couldn't help but feel a little depressed in my heart, after all, in the past ten months, Li Muyu could be regarded as using his strength to cultivate. It's just that the sky is not favorable, and sometimes, a hundred times the hard work of a mediocre person may just be worth the most ordinary cultivation speed of a genius. What's more, the hardness of those geniuses may be deeper than Li Muyu's, so in front of those cultivation geniuses who are both hardworking and talented, Li Muyu's ordinary little water god is too unsightly.

"Ahh

Ding Dong –

Fingers unconsciously plucked the strings, clearing distracting thoughts, emptying his mind, Li Muyu at this moment, although his heart was low, but in the remaining two months, Li Muyu did not want to mix this negative energy emotion into his subsequent cultivation. After all, condensing the seeds of supernatural powers is a delicate job after all, and after the accumulation of quantitative changes in the early stage, in the end, it can also be qualitatively changed.

"Dingdingding-"

As Li Muyu played the strings under his hand indiscriminately, at this moment, his mood actually had an indescribable sense of detachment. It seems that at this moment, he is a wisp of wind, a piece of snow, in the face of the vast ice and snow, at a certain moment, Li Muyu's heart inexplicably rose a sense of joy of the unity of heaven and man.

"I want to sleep ......"

For the first time in a year, Li Muyu felt sleepy, but the vital functions in his body always reminded him not to fall asleep in this thousands of miles of frozen cold snow.

However, inexplicably, this sudden drowsiness, like a sticky and warm seawater, made Li Muyu, who had already fallen into it with one foot, begin to unconsciously indulge in it.

"What the hell am I ...... What's wrong......"

In the end, Li Muyu still couldn't resist this violent sleepiness, but what was extremely amazing was that Li Muyu was extremely awake in his subconscious at this moment, and even more clear than usual.

Tick – tick – tick –

"What sound?"

Just when Li Muyu was puzzled by his strange state, suddenly, as if water droplets were falling on the snow, a chilling shiver felt inexplicably from Li Muyu's heart.

Tick – tick – tick –

Ignoring Li Muyu's question, the strange ticking sound still sounded from all around, and as the frequency of the sound became faster and faster, at this moment, Li Muyu, who was shrouded in darkness, fell into a white snowfield inexplicably.

"Uhhh

……

A thousand years ago, the Arctic Snow Tribe.

In the Snow Clan, there has always been a strange "curse", and every two hundred years, a child born without tears will be born in the Snow Clan. He has no body temperature, no heartbeat, and his skin is as white as the first snow, which makes the Snow Clan child who was selected by the "curse" more like a moving snowman.

This kind of child, who is born different from others, will be sent directly to the Snow Temple from birth, and will be worshiped by the whole clan. However, you have to endure boundless loneliness beyond your age all your life. Even if he enjoys great glory, a child born with the mark of "curse" is always an outlier in the eyes of others.

Therefore, Sakuraku, who was born in the 579th year of the Arctic calendar, is such a Snow Clan girl who doesn't know body temperature, no heartbeat, and even doesn't know what sadness is.

Sakuraku, who grew up in the Snow Temple since she was born, was also raised by the Snow Clan patriarch and the elders of the Snow Clan.

She has no playmates since she was a child, and no peers dare to approach her, because, she knows that she is different from birth. In addition to her strange "cursed" physical features, Sakuraku discovers that she is born to manipulate the ice and snow of the North Pole.

Therefore, from the moment she was born, she was named the saintess of the entire Snow Clan, even if her peers were afraid of her, afraid of her, and alienated her, but among the entire Snow Clan, she was always the most respected and protected person.

"Tick-tick-tick-"

The strange sound of water droplets was still loud, but with the rapid reversal of the fragment, Li Muyu's thoughts had to follow this Snow Clan saintess called "Sakura" through her strange but lonely life.

……

The Arctic calendar, 772 years, is the 193rd birthday of Sakuraku. However, on that day, a catastrophe that swept through the entire Arctic ice field broke out without warning on this day.

The moon god descended to earth, the golden crow was furious, and in one day, there were ten suns hanging in the sky of Kyushu at the same time, which not only caused the temperature to rise sharply, but also caused the game between the heavenly court and the witch clan to make the snow tribe in the land of the Arctic projectile almost suffer from the catastrophe.

"That day was my 193rd birthday. I thought that in another seven years, the Snow Clan would be able to usher in a new saint with the same "curse" as me...... I thought that I wouldn't be so lonely in the future with companionship...... But I didn't expect that this kind of thing is actually eternal......"