The giant icehouse at the edge of Extreme North breathed white cold air. The wooden boxes containing "third-level offal feed" were moved in the shortest possible time onto several specially-made heavy-duty freight carriages with unusually thick bodies and reinforced axles.
There is no soul guidance refrigeration.
Because it's not needed.
The goods taken out of Extreme North Ice Warehouse are like huge rocks carved out of icebergs. The interior contains terrifying low temperatures that can make steel brittle. Thick white frost quickly condenses on the surface of the wooden box, making a subtle crackling sound due to the temperature difference between inside and outside the warehouse.
"Hurry! Load the truck! Tie it up tightly!" Soul Master, who looked like a manager, shouted, spraying white mist from his mouth, "This batch of goods is an urgent order, send Sunset Forest! No stops on the road! Horses and cars will not rest!"
The drivers are all experienced and strong men, wrapped in thick fur coats, and they quickly fix the heavy wooden box on the widened and reinforced carriage board with thick oil-soaked hemp ropes and iron chains. The carriages are not ordinary horses, but teams of four, shouldered. "Snowfield Yak" is nearly two meters tall, covered with thick long hair, and sprays hot white gas from its mouth and nose. This Soul Beast has amazing endurance, is not afraid of severe cold, and is the best foot power for long-distance transportation in the ice field.
"Crack!"
The crisp sound of whips exploded in the cold air. The leader Snowfield Yak let out a low roar and took heavy steps. The heavy truck made a creaking groan and began to move slowly on the thick wooden road rolling over ice and snow.
The wheels ran over the frozen soil, speeding faster and faster. Snowfield Yak's thick limbs and muscles were tense, spitting out thick mist, and under the guidance of the driver's shouts and whips, he pulled the heavy truck and got up on the wasteland on the edge of Far North.
The cold wind was like a knife, cutting through everything. The truck was like a small moving iceberg. Wherever it passed, the thin frost on the ground seemed to be thicker. The low temperature inside the wooden box was firmly locked by the thick body and the cargo itself, forming a natural temperature barrier from the outside world.
The debris attached to the Jingtian wreckage is sleeping in the core of this moving "iceberg". The bumps from the outside, the howling wind, and Snowfield Yak's breathing, are all isolated by the thick ice and wooden boxes, and cannot reach the depths of absolute silence.
Only the extreme cold, originating from the Far North ice core and constantly penetrating inward, is still continuously and slowly infiltrating the core.
Under this continuous, pure, high-quality "extreme cold" infiltration, the weak connection between the wreckage inside the core seems to have been "tempered". The connection itself has not grown stronger, but it seems to have become more "tough" and more "transparent", and the resonance with "cold" and "silence" also seems to have deepened.
This is not an increase at the energy level, but an extremely subtle "polishing" and "adaptation" at the rule level.
The convoy traveled day and night, only stopping briefly to replace Snowfield Yak and the driver. The route had already been planned, avoiding areas where Soul Beast frequently visited, and heading south along relatively safe business roads.
The temperature rose unconsciously.
When the convoy finally drove out of the area of influence of Extreme North and entered Heaven Dou Empire Northern Border Province, the hoarfrost on the surface of the wooden box had begun to melt and dripped cold water droplets. However, the inside of the box, especially the core cargo, was still as hard as iron and the air was freezing.
Arriving at the largest freight transfer station in the north, the cargo was quickly changed. This time, it was replaced with a lighter but equally reinforced box carriage, and the puller was also replaced by a faster "Wind-Chasing Horse". It was still urgent, the driver and horses were rotated, and people stopped.
Crossing the plains and over the hills, the temperature is getting higher and higher, and the midday sun is even a bit scorching. But inside the carriage, the batch of "offal" feed from Far North still maintains an astonishingly low temperature. They are natural "cold sources", and coupled with the thick insulation of the carriage, they actually form a small, moving "low temperature field" in the warm environment.
At checkpoints along the way, they saw special expedited signs and cargo lists on the carriages, and they were quickly released. No one knew or cared that this batch of seemingly ordinary cheap feed was being sent to Sunset Forest at a speed that was almost as fast as transporting military supplies.
Finally, several days after leaving Extreme North Ice Warehouse, the convoy arrived at the Concealment stronghold outside Sunset Forest.
The process of handing over the goods was the same as before. Only this time, the mute servants who received the goods could clearly feel the bone-chilling coldness of the wooden boxes when they received them. They did not dare to neglect, and quickly carried these boxes of goods, which were "still hard from the cold", onto the specially-made heavy pallet pulled by Iron-Back Yak.
The cart drove into the depths of Sunset Forest. The humidity and sultry heat of the forest were in sharp contrast to the remaining chill in the carriage. When the cart passed through the colorful poison array and stopped at the side of Myriad Poison Pool, although the frost on the surface of the several boxes of "offal feed" was no longer visible, it was still bitingly cold when touched, and the frozen blocks inside were obviously far from completely thawed.
Dugu Bo's figure quietly appeared. He glanced at the wooden boxes that exuded residual cold air, and a trace of imperceptible surprise flashed in his eyes.
"It's fresh enough and frozen solid enough." He whispered to himself, and there was no emotion or anger in his tone. The extremely fast transportation and deep freezing meant that the raw materials were less corrupted and contained perhaps a little more Soul Power. It might be slightly beneficial for him to cultivate certain poisons, but that was all.
As usual, he waved out Soul Power. The lid of the box was opened, and the "miscellaneous" feed that was frozen into a whole piece, filled with Sisi cold air, and mixed with various marine debris was lifted up by a gentle force, and then - it was not dumped directly into the pool as usual.
Maybe it's because the temperature of this batch of goods is too low, and putting it directly into the warm poisonous water may affect the balance of the pond water; maybe he just has other plans today.
Dugu Bo controlled the large pieces of still-hard frozen goods and gently stacked them next to Myriad Poison Pool on a black Rock platform that was relatively dry but also filled with poisonous gas.
"Let the poisonous gas of this poisonous pond slowly dissolve them." He said indifferently, then he stopped paying attention and turned towards the medicine garden that he carefully tended.
The sun moves slowly, and the light in Sunset Forest becomes dim.
Myriad Poison Pool The colorful poisonous gas above floated slowly, Sisi, one by one, eroding and wrapping those huge pieces of frozen goods. Far North The severe cold, and The poisonous heat of Sunset Forest is engaged in a silent confrontation on the surface of the frozen block. The outermost layer of the frozen block begins to melt slowly, and the dark green venom is mixed with the melted ice water, dripping on the dark Rock, making a soft "sizzling" sound, leaving traces of corrosion.
And deep in the frozen block, in the center of countless fish bones, broken shells, and rotten algae, the rice-sized Coral Douluo stone debris attached to the Jingtian remains was still frozen in the ice core as hard as iron.
But this time, it wasn't just physical low temperatures that froze it.
There is also an extremely weak but extremely tough layer that is spontaneously formed after the core inside it resonates deeper with the "extreme cold" environment under the continuous "extreme cold" infiltration that lasts for several days.
This "shell" is not a protection, but more like a deep dormancy and seal, which "freezes" the swallowing instinct and the newly ignited consciousness spark at a deeper level.
The poisonous gases from the outside are slowly eroding the frozen blocks, and the warm (relatively cold) air is trying to melt the solid ice.
But the "seed" at the core seems to have fallen into a deeper and more "introverted" sleep than it did at Extreme North Ice Warehouse.
It did not immediately activate the devouring instinct as before.
Because the time has not come yet.
The frozen block has not completely melted, and the shell surrounding it has not been completely worn away by the heat and poison of the outside world.
It's waiting.
Wait for the moment when the ice completely melts.
Waiting for the moment when the shell surrounding you breaks.
Waiting for the moment when I am rudely awakened from this long slumber repeatedly soaked in extreme cold and poison.
The awakening at that time will no longer be just instinctive hunger.