121: Chapter 121 Despairing Icefield? No, this is the Abyss Cold Chain Logistics Center.

The third layer of the Abyss, the Frozen Plain of Despair.

Passing through the burning Molten Purgatory, the tianhe no. 1 fleet (those one hundred biological warships painted pink) roared as they plunged into a deeper spatial vortex. When their vision cleared again, a chill capable of freezing the Soul instantly swept through the entire fleet.

This was the Abyss's land of extreme cold, the legendary "Land of Stillness" where even time was said to freeze. As far as the eye could see, the world was painted in only one color—a deathly pale. Massive glaciers stood like inverted swords thrust into the earth, while fierce winds carrying snowflakes sharp as blades howled mournfully. No signs of life existed here, for any creature daring to set foot would turn into an eternal ice sculpture within three breaths.

"Warning! Ambient temperature plummeting!" "Current external temperature: minus 270 degrees (approaching absolute zero)." "Biological warship surfaces frosting over, power output decreased by 30%!"

Inside the flagship tianhe no. 1, alarms blared incessantly. Yet, sitting on the command platform, Li Mo showed not a trace of panic on his face. Instead, he wore a smile of contentment, as if beholding a "vast fortune."

"What a fine place," Li Mo rubbed his hands together and picked up the intercom. "Director Lei, this is the 'cold storage' we've been looking for." "We were just worrying about where to preserve those hundreds of thousands of tons of 'Void Realm Beef Melons' harvested from the North Sea and the 'Molten Rock Barbecue Semi-finished Products' freshly cured on the second layer."

"Dean, isn't this place a bit *too* cold?" Lei Wanjun (Head of the Physics Department), bundled in three layers of [Magic Boar Skin Coat] and holding a portable miniature sun (nuclear Fusion hand warmer), chattered his teeth. "Our ordinary Cultivators can't even step outside the hatch; they'd shatter instantly."

"Who said anything about sending people out?" Li Mo adjusted his glasses and pointed at the iron-hard Perennial Profound Ice below. "This environment is a paradise for machinery, and also... the cradle of the **'Frozen Dessert Industry'.**"

"Relay my orders!" "Deploy the **[Polar Operations Robots] (modified from Tentacle Monsters wearing heavy exoskeleton armor)." "Objective: Mine 'Perennial Profound Ice.'" "Remember, cut the blocks neatly, each one cubic meter standard. We are going to build the Universe's largest 'Abyssal Cold Chain Logistics Center'**."

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The heart of the ice plain, the Throne of Winter.

The ruler of the third layer—Lord of Winter, Arthas (a skeletal giant composed of pure ice crystals)—sat upon its thousand-zhang-tall Frozen Throne, coldly observing the intruders. It was the Incarnation of despair; its breath was the blizzard. For millennia, it had witnessed countless would-be challengers of the Abyss freeze into icy dust, becoming part of the collection beneath its throne.

"Foolish living beings..." Arthas issued a sound like cracking ice, its Divine Sense rippling with endless chill. "You dare to defile my pure white world with those disgusting pink warships." "Experience... absolute zero!"

*Hum—!* Arthas raised a skeletal ice-crystal finger and lightly pointed it at the fleet. A visible white ripple instantly expanded. **[Great Divine Ability: Eternal Freeze.]** Wherever this Law passed, space itself froze and cracked, as if intending to Seal the entire fleet within amber.

However. Just as that frigid current was about to touch the pink warships. The hatch of an unremarkable transport ship suddenly opened. What flew out wasn't some defensive Magic Treasure, but a massive, still-steaming... stainless steel barrel.

"Take this! Tianhe Special Beverage!" The rough voice of Butcher Xiao (Commander-in-Chief) boomed through a loudspeaker.

*Splash—!* The enormous barrel tipped over mid-air. What poured out wasn't magma, nor was it venom. It was a full ten tons of freshly boiled... hot milk tea, mixed with **[Abyssal Void Vine Syrup] and [North Sea Great Demon Concentrate].**

The scalding hot milk tea, carrying a sweetness so cloying it was offensive, collided head-on with Arthas's "Eternal Freeze."

*Sizzle sizzle sizzle—!!!* A violent reaction of physical heat exchange occurred at this moment. The collision of extreme cold and extreme heat instantly exploded into a sky full of white mist. But even more miraculously, under the intervention of Li Mo's **[Law: Compulsory Fusion]**, these two forces did not cancel each other out, but rather... combined.

The sky full of milk tea rain rapidly cooled before hitting the ground, transforming into countless sparkling, translucent particles emitting a faint blue glow, with an exquisite texture—shaved ice.

"This is..." Lord of Winter Arthas was stunned. It reached out and caught a handful of the falling "shaved ice." As the sovereign of ice, its instinct was to crush these Impurities. But that sweet fragrance drilling into its nostrils caused its Soul flame to flicker violently.

It tentatively stuffed a clump of the shaved ice into its mouth (though it had no stomach, its Soul could absorb directly).

*Boom!* **[Sweetness: MAX.]** **[Texture: Fluffy, refreshing, with a lingering sweetness.]** **[Additional Effect: Dispels despair, triggers dopamine secretion (happiness).]**

On Arthas's eternally unchanging ice-block face, a crack resembling "rapture" actually appeared. "This... what flavor is this?" "Why has my despair... become sweet?"

At that moment, Li Mo's holographic projection materialized before its throne. Li Mo was dressed in a crisp suit (illusionary), holding an exquisite PowerPoint presentation.

"Greetings, Mr. Arthas," Li Mo said with a smile. "I am the CEO of the Tianhe Catering Group." "That was just a sample product, called **'Abyssal Fluffy Ice'.**" "I see this place has abundant ice resources, but lacks deep processing capabilities, resulting in a single product line (only despair) and extremely poor market competitiveness."

"So, what do you think? Interested in cooperating?" Li Mo pointed at the mechanical Tentacle Monsters frantically mining ice blocks behind him. "You provide the site and the ice, I provide the technology and syrup." "Let's join forces, rename the 'Frozen Plain of Despair' to **'Sweet Snow Village'.**" "From now on, the entire Abyss, even the cold beverage market of the Cultivation World, will be ours."

Arthas looked at the shaved ice in its hand, then at the pink warships working fervently in the distance. Its heart, frozen for tens of thousands of years, wavered. It had been lonely for too long. If it could trade these useless broken ice blocks for this feeling called "sweetness"...

"Gurgle... (I want to be the factory manager)," Arthas transmitted a Soul fluctuation.

"No problem," Li Mo produced a **[Tianhe Group Executive Appointment Letter].** "Sign this, and you'll be the Director of the **Cold Chain Logistics Department**." "Your first task: cut all the ice mountains within a radius of ten thousand li into standard ice blocks and load them onto the ships!"

...

Half a shichen later. The scene underwent a drastic change. The originally dead and silent Frozen Plain of Despair had transformed into a massive open-air processing plant. Countless tall ice crystal giants (Arthas's underlings) laid down their frost spears and picked up enormous ice saws. "Heave-ho! Heave-ho!" They chanted work songs, cutting Perennial Glaciers into neat cubes.

Meanwhile, the Tentacle Monsters were responsible for packaging nearby. Chunks of sparkling, translucent Profound Ice were loaded into pink containers bearing labels: **[Tianhe Premium Selection · Perennial Abyssal Profound Ice]** **[Uses: Artifact Refining cooling, Medicinal Pill preservation, and... makes cola more refreshing.]**

Li Mo stood on the command platform, watching this scene and nodding with satisfaction. "Excellent." "We have cleaners (first layer), chefs (second layer), and now even an ice-making factory and cold chain logistics (third layer)." "Our 'Tianhe Industrial Chain' is taking initial shape."

He turned and looked towards the distorted entrance leading deeper down. It was no longer a single elemental plane, but presented an eerie, constantly flickering mosaic-like state.

The fourth layer of the Abyss: The Forgotten Void Realm. Legend said it was the Abyss's "trash bin," discarding all things forgotten by the world.

"Let's go," Li Mo closed the PowerPoint, a gleam flashing in his eyes. "I hear things are often discarded there." "Perfect timing. The ship seems to be missing quite a few key components, like... the 'black box'." "Let's head there for a bit of **'Stellar Treasure Hunting'.**"