"God Blood?" Ye Chen paused for a moment, then his eyes lit up. "Any God Blood will do?" The woman managed a bitter smile.

"That's right." A sharp gleam flashed in Ye Chen's eyes. He quietly suppressed the excitement surging within him.

God Blood? Didn't he already possess some within his own body?

The God Blood he had obtained from the Atlantean civilization had not yet been fully broken down. Moreover, ever since devouring it, his own blood had contained a faint trace of divinity—a change so subtle it would only become apparent when he reached the true level of a deity.

The woman failed to notice Ye Chen's unusual reaction. After speaking, she took a shallow breath, clearly struggling to talk because the piercing wound in her chest had damaged her core.

Ye Chen glanced at her, his gaze flickering, and asked gravely, "What is your request?" The woman sighed faintly, sadness coloring her voice. "My real name is Cai Die.

I had no parents. I was found by my Master one snowy day, and I followed him to learn his skills.

Unexpectedly, one day, that Puppet Master suddenly arrived. Greedy for my beauty, he killed my Master and abducted me!" As she spoke, her voice laced with hatred, her delicate face twisted slightly.

"That beast disguised in human skin! To eternally enjoy my body, he refined it, adding numerous materials so that it would never decay and the skin's elasticity would never fade...

But it's better this way now. That bastard was severely wounded by that primeval beast and sealed away on the second level.

Evil deeds get their just deserts!" Intense hatred shone in her eyes. Ye Chen frowned, remaining silent.

Cai Die was quiet for a moment, then looked up at Ye Chen blankly, whispering, "After I die, can you take me out of this place?" Ye Chen nodded. "Done." Cai Die gazed at him for a moment, then suddenly smiled, and the entire world seemed to brighten.

The smile faded quickly, however. She tilted her head—death.

Ye Chen remained silent for a beat, then reached out to examine her, confirming she was utterly dead before relaxing. He then searched the room for some fabric that had lain undisturbed for countless years, wrapped her body, and placed it near the iron door, planning to leave once his Superman Modes recovered the next day.

A day passed quickly. The next morning, as soon as both great Superman Modes recovered, Ye Chen immediately rose.

He walked to the door, glanced at Cai Die’s corpse, and faintly recalled her soft words: "My name is Cai Die, I had no parents..." Ye Chen shook his head and went to the door, pressing his ear against it. He immediately heard a pounding sound from outside.

Evidently, the legion of mummies was still there, having hammered for a full day without rest—their perseverance was commendable. Ye Chen clenched his fist slightly and instantly activated the Ant Superman Mode.

With a slight effort, he pulled the heavy main door, which opened as easily as a toy. As the door cracked open, many sharp hands, with slightly blackened, keen nails, reached in from the outside.

Ye Chen roared, grabbing a nearby chair and thrusting it toward the opening. This chair was also made of special metal, extremely hard, and now served as a shield in Ye Chen's hands, blasting away many of the mummies crowding the entrance.

Whoosh! Ye Chen’s gaze was like a blade as he fixed upon the three sarcophagi in the center of the hall, sprinting toward them.

The mummies near him were swept away by the chair before they could even close the distance. Although these mummies possessed the physical defense of the Demigod Realm, having been sealed here for untold ages without energy replenishment, they could only exert the strength of a few dozen levels, perhaps a hundred at most—they were incredibly weak.

Soon, Ye Chen broke through the mummy encirclement and reached the three coffins. As he approached, a wave of chilling air struck him head-on, as if the three sarcophagi were three ancient, ferocious beasts, exuding a terrifying aura.

Ye Chen inwardly started, but there was no time to hesitate. He bit his index finger, and as his palm flesh writhed, he squeezed the blood from his veins, sending it out like a sharp arrow toward the greenish-jade stone in the center.

Thwack! It struck its mark accurately.

In that instant, the entire world seemed to fall silent; even the mummies pursuing him appeared to freeze in place. Buzz!

The greenish-jade stone vibrated faintly, and suddenly, its light flared brilliantly. A ring of emerald ripples spread out from the stone, followed by a vast aura slowly reviving from it.

As the stone radiated light, the three sarcophagi trembled slightly, their lids seemingly on the verge of bursting open, presenting a terrifying sight. Just as Ye Chen watched in shock, a phantom image slowly floated up from the stone, forming the spectral figure of an old man stroking his beard and smiling.

"To be able to activate the core of the Seal of the Firmament, you must surely be a powerhouse of the Divine Realm. Haha, with your strength, you are capable of traversing this Divine Palace.

However, to covet this insignificant Seal of the Firmament seems somewhat beneath your status. Hahaha..." With that, the figure vanished.

Ye Chen was left staring in astonishment. What was that?

That illusory old man must have been an image left behind by whoever sealed the primeval beast. But...

Did this old man leave behind an entire projection merely to mock some deity who came later to claim the stone? He paused for a long while, then shook his head, not dwelling on it.

As the old man’s projection disappeared, a feeling of warmth and familiarity emanated from the stone, accompanied by a massive influx of information transmitted directly into Ye Chen's brain cells via his blood. "Seal of the Firmament?" "Used specifically to suppress all ghostly energy below the Pseudo-God Realm?" Ye Chen was slightly taken aback by the inscription on the Seal of the Firmament.

According to the text, the stone’s function was simple: it could suppress all experts in the Ghost God Realm, and any object tainted by ghostly energy, provided it was not above the Divine Level, could be sealed! This suggested that these mummies were tainted with ghostly energy, likely from the blood of Ghost God Realm experts poured into them during forging, mixed with various metals and energy, resulting in the incorporation of some ghostly essence.

Ye Chen beckoned, and the stone floated toward him, landing warmly in his palm. Boom!

Suddenly, the three coffins before him burst open. After a shower of splintered wood, the forms of two men and one woman were revealed.

The two men consisted of one exquisitely handsome man and one rugged, muscular figure. The woman was graceful and enchantingly beautiful, with lips like fire; merely standing there, she was soul-captivating.

As Ye Chen watched, the trio suddenly opened their eyes. Their emerald-green pupils shot out like twin sharp swords, piercing Ye Chen.

The rugged man’s mouth moved slightly, and his body lunged from the coffin toward Ye Chen in an overhead assault. Ye Chen's heart jolted, and he hurriedly urged the Seal of the Firmament in his hand, pointing it at the rugged man, whispering, "Seal of the Firmament, activate!" The Seal of the Firmament instantly burst into brilliant light, waves of jade washing out, emanating an aura that made even the soul tremble.

Ye Chen had an internal feeling that the Seal of the Firmament in his hand had instantaneously transformed into a vicious beast, as if he were holding a poisonous snake while terrified of snakes—it was deeply unsettling. The wave-like light was a special form of cosmic radiation specifically tailored to counteract ghostly energy, much like how water and fire repel each other.

When the rugged man was struck by the jade waves, he screamed and recoiled three zhang (about ten meters), landing before the other two. He looked at Ye Chen with lingering terror, hesitant to advance.

Seeing that the Seal of the Firmament was indeed effective, Ye Chen’s eyes brightened. He glanced at the surrounding mummies and noticed that all of them, with their milky-white pupils, were staring fixedly at the Seal of the Firmament in his hand, filled with dread and unwilling to approach.

Ye Chen saw the dark abyss beneath the three coffins, only a few steps away, offering passage to the next level. He knew this was a fleeting opportunity, but instead of plunging in immediately, he turned back, holding the Seal of the Firmament, using its emanating green light to keep the mummies subdued.

Returning to the room, Ye Chen went to the door, grabbed Cai Die’s body, and slung her onto his back. At this moment, the Ant Superman Mode suddenly ended, finishing half its duration prematurely.

Ye Chen was inwardly alarmed. He hadn't expected the Superman Modes to be restricted even inside this pyramid.

This was a genetic transformation, yet it was being constrained. What mysterious energy could this pyramid possibly contain?

Without the Ant Superman Mode, Cai Die’s body suddenly became immensely heavy, pressing onto Ye Chen like a mountain of stone, making his steps difficult. However, he still refused to discard her.

Carrying the Seal of the Firmament in one hand, he proceeded toward the black hole. The mummies tilted their necks, swaying as they stood around, slowly clearing a path as Ye Chen advanced, watching the Seal of the Firmament in his hand with fear.

At the entrance, the two men and one woman exchanged glances, intending to stop him. But under the light of the Seal of the Firmament, they cautiously stopped, daring not approach, especially the rugged man whose arm, illuminated by the jade light, was now bloody and torn.

His body, as hard as iron, was so vulnerable under the gentle, flowing jade light! Ye Chen’s expression was grave, his heart tense.

If these monsters charged him recklessly, his only option would be to activate the Lightning Superman Mode—his final trump card, reserved for the next level. Fortunately, the mummies and the two men and one woman remained some distance away and did not advance.

Ye Chen reached the edge of the black hole, drenched in sweat and panting heavily. He forced himself to take another breath, stepped to the brink of the abyss, and launched himself downward.

Whoosh! He plunged down.

The moment Ye Chen jumped into the black hole, the figures of the two men and one woman flickered and rushed forward, attempting to grab him, but it was too late. They could only stand at the edge of the hole, hesitating, as if deeply wary of the abyss itself.

... Ye Chen lost consciousness the moment he fell into the black hole and passed out.

In the deep darkness, an unknown amount of time passed. Foggily, Ye Chen felt a cold wind brush against his face, cool and soft.

He involuntarily opened his eyes and his pupils constricted as if doused in ice water.