The Frozen Soul - Soul Resurrection, #1

1945. This is the worst and best year. The war that claimed countless lives is coming to an end, and peace is in sight. While ordinary people were waiting for victory, a plane penetrated the clouds and crashed into the Arctic Ocean. Rita Martin, known as the "American spiritual symbol", sat calmly in the cabin, looking at the ocean getting closer and closer, with the wind whistling in her ears. He skillfully pulled the levers one by one.
Not because I hope to have a better chance of survival, but because I am used to it. When the plane plunged into the ocean, he completed the last step of the emergency landing - as expected, it was of no use. The cold seawater quickly poured into the cabin, bringing with it countless sharp ice shards. At this moment, a surprised look appeared on Steve's calm face. The moment he rushed into the bottom of the sea before losing consciousness, Steve saw the lit up deep sea.--Billions of krill gather together, and the faint light illuminates the seabed like a dream.
And on the dead seabed, an ice coffin was fixed by countless iron chains. Lying in the ice coffin was a young woman with seaweed-like black hair and a stunning face.