"Time to go in..." Ye Chen rose from the void, gazing quietly at the micro black hole ahead. He advanced slowly, step by step. With each footfall, the tearing attraction around him intensified, as if threatening to pull his entire body apart.

Ye Chen's expression was composed as he took six steady steps. When the sixth step landed, the surging attractive force seemed poised to shred him into countless quarks.

Ye Chen's brow furrowed slightly, then he pressed onward, taking over a dozen more steps before halting. By this point, the suction had escalated to a terrifying degree. Even with Ye Chen's fortitude, his skin had flushed crimson, and fine lines of scarlet blood seeped from his pores. Veins bulged on his forehead, betraying immense suffering.

His eyes were bloodshot, his face flushed, bearing the brunt of this insane pull. Just as his body neared collapse, he roared and activated Ant-Man Mode.

A peerless aura surged from within him. His entire body underwent gene-cell reconstruction, fragmenting into countless parts only to reweave themselves with ant genetics.

Under Ant-Man Mode, Ye Chen felt the external suction vanish entirely, without the slightest constraint. His expression turned icy, and he shot forward, covering a hundred paces in rapid strides. Only then did the pressure surge back, becoming almost unmanageable even in Ant-Man Mode.

Ye Chen let out a low growl, his eyes turning cold and frantic. Suddenly, he switched to Heavenly Beast Superman Mode. His physical constitution exploded, his flesh and blood undergoing furious metamorphosis. The overwhelming pressure transformed into something as gentle as a spring breeze, presenting no resistance whatsoever.

Ye Chen took a single, sudden stride, vaulting a thousand meters to the very edge of the micro black hole. The surging suction slammed into him like a tide. Even in the Heavenly Beast Superman state, standing before this micro black hole gave him the distinct sensation of imminent structural failure, as if his surface skin and blood were peeling away, threatening to eject his internal fluids.

Ye Chen clenched his teeth, forcing himself to endure the overwhelming agony, mentally clocking the time. After 2 minutes and 29 seconds, his body wavered suddenly, and he retreated a thousand meters. He immediately switched to Lightning Superman Mode. At this distance, his constitution under Lightning Superman Mode was sufficient to resist without undue hardship.

Ye Chen advanced another 100 meters before hitting his absolute limit. He clenched his fists, staring fixedly at the micro black hole. He hadn't anticipated that the tearing force of this black hole would be so horrific—only a peak Divine Spirit expert could perhaps contend with it using a World Domain.

When 2 minutes and 30 seconds elapsed, the Lightning Superman Mode abruptly ended. The hurricane-force suction immediately drowned Ye Chen’s consciousness.

Upon waking, Ye Chen repeated this training method. Days bled into nights, and in the blink of an eye, ten years passed.

Ten years later.

Before the micro black hole, a middle-aged man sat cross-legged. He wore black robes, his face chiseled like stone, and his thick, unruly black hair made him resemble a wild man, radiating a fierce aura. He sat before the black hole, enveloped by the violent suction, yet his body remained utterly unmoved.

After a short while, the shaggy-haired wild man suddenly opened his eyes, shooting out two beams of sharpness like sword energy. His body rose slowly, like an ancient monolith, as he looked up at the universe's most terrifying celestial body. A curve touched his lips, and then, with one hand behind his back, he took a step forward.

This single step felt like stepping into another dimension.

As he stepped toward the black hole, swirling black currents coiled around his ankles, and furious, roaring forces violently tore at him from within. Though it was only one step forward, the suction seemed to have increased a hundredfold!

Ye Chen’s brow twitched slightly, veins jumping on his forehead. His expression remained normal as his entire body moved into the black hole. The swirling black mass immediately enveloped him. This black energy contained intense electrical currents, scorching his skin as if his entire body had been tossed into a deep fryer.

Ye Chen quickly activated Ant-Man Mode. The burning pain from the black energy lessened considerably. Within that endless darkness, something seemed to move—like tiny insects—boring into his body through his pores.

Ye Chen felt his body transforming at an astonishing rate, a hundred times faster than before. It was as if a soft sponge was continuously hardening, growing firmer and firmer.

Sensing the change in his physique, Ye Chen was deeply shaken. He hadn't expected his body to grow stronger without an increase in overall constitution. His genes had evolved from the original human baseline to what must now be five times stronger!

In other words, gaining 100 levels of constitution now was equivalent to the previous 500 levels!

At this moment, relying solely on physical strength, Ye Chen was comparable to a mid-tier Pseudo-God expert at the 5-million-level!

The metamorphosis continued, the three Superman Modes cycling in rotation. When the final Lightning Superman Mode concluded, in those 7 minutes and 30 seconds, his body had surpassed its previous limits so significantly that he could now barely endure even in his normal state.

Ye Chen stared into the depths of the micro black hole. It was pitch black there; he wondered just how terrifying the gravitational forces deep within might be.

That thought crossed Ye Chen's mind. Before that overwhelming gravity, his consciousness was quickly submerged, and he fainted.

Outside, in the Dark Demon Sea.

The majestic Demon God Palace stood erect. The seawater washed against its walls, and the energy shield enveloping it was wreathed in strands of dark energy, resembling a giant, black sphere. Inside the central castle of the Demon God Palace, a red-haired girl sat upon white jade steps, a red sash bound around her waist. Resting her chin on her hands, she stared blankly at the ground far ahead, lost in thought.

Far in front of her lay a massive pile of corpses, blood flowing like rivers. Most of these bodies had been killed with a single strike; their internal crystal cores had been excavated, leaving gaping, hollow wounds in their chests—a horrifying sight. "Sigh!" The red-clad girl let out a long, somewhat resentful sigh. "What's going on these past few days? Fewer and fewer dark creatures are coming. I can't even get a decent fight! What are these bastards dragging their feet about? They know the inheritance token of the entire Demon God Palace is here, yet they arrive so slowly. Have too many died in the Three Trial Grounds?"

After muttering to herself for a moment, she waved her hand, sweeping the dark token into her spatial folding bag. She rose, taking small, leisurely steps over the corpses, heading toward the exit through a passage.

"Since you won't come to me, I'll go find you! Hmph! When I get outside, you bad guys, you damn jerks, you jerks, Hmph!"

The red-haired girl strode forth confidently. Passing by various shops, she dashed inside, plundering the divine artifacts hanging on the walls and casually tossing them into her spatial folding bag.

Through this constant raiding, she seemed to be enjoying herself. With her spatial folding bag in tow, she swept across the streets of the Demon God Palace, charging any dark creatures she saw, slaying them, and looting their spatial folding bags.

The entire Demon God Palace seemed to be caught in a crimson hurricane, sweeping through every major city.

However, the Demon God Palace spanned several million kilometers, so traversing it would take a considerable amount of time.

A massive chase ensued throughout the Demon God Palace. Most dark creatures, detecting the red-haired girl through radar and sensors from afar, quickly avoided her. Before long, information about the red-haired girl spread among the other dark creatures.

Gradually, everyone knew that a human girl had infiltrated the Demon God Palace—one of exceptional strength, wielding a peak-grade divine weapon!

Humans were the mortal enemies of the dark creatures, an enmity rooted in bloodline and species. Hatred accumulated over countless epochs had fostered mutual loathing between humans and dark creatures.

Generation after generation, this hatred, settled over ages, had become irreconcilable.

Every human child, from birth, was surrounded by an environment and taught knowledge that painted dark creatures in a negative light, leaving only hatred and disgust, and the dark creatures felt the same.

In the long river of history, there were indeed some poignant, heartbreaking tales—humans falling in love with dark creatures, or vice versa—but due to racial rejection, environmental pressure, and familial oppression, these unions often ended either in mutual suicide or eternal separation, fading away in sorrow.

Therefore, upon hearing that the red-haired girl was human, almost all dark creatures erupted in intense fury. If not for fear of her power, they would have torn her into countless pieces.

Despite this, the dark creatures, who had previously been wary of each other, suddenly found common cause. Under the subtle guidance of a few leaders, they began to unite consciously, forming small teams and discussing the theme of "Operation: Surround and Execute the Human."

Meanwhile, amidst the undercurrents surging within the Demon God Palace, in a distant expanse of the sky unreachable by starlight, there was a hazy area of swirling gray atmosphere, resembling a universe yet to be forged. At its center floated a planet, vast beyond measure, whose volume and mass surpassed that of a star by a million times!

The sun, next to this planet, would appear as nothing more than a speck of dust.

The planet was entirely black, like a pure dark hole, emanating a radiance that inspired terror, seeming capable of swallowing light itself.

Suddenly, at a space station orbiting this planet, space rippled like water. A tall, exquisitely alluring woman emerged. She gazed deeply at the planet before her, her eyes flashing. She took a step, traversing several light-years in a few blinks, arriving before a towering grand hall at the planet's center.

Looking up, the hall soared like a mountain, its area roughly the size of Earth. It was crafted with marvelous ingenuity, a seamless whole—the perfect embodiment of "great skill appears clumsy."

The alluring woman's eyes flickered. She lowered her head slightly and bowed respectfully: "Greetings, Supreme Lord Jin He!"

The towering hall remained silent. After a moment, a faint, indifferent voice echoed from a hundred thousand li away: "What is it?"

The alluring woman quickly replied: "The Demon God Palace, left over from the last Great Saint War, has appeared in the territory under my dominion. However, its technological defense systems have not weakened in the slightest, and I am unable to subdue it. I can only request the Supreme Lord's assistance."

"The Demon God Palace?" The indifferent voice paused briefly, then commanded: "You go first."

The alluring woman respectfully replied: "Yes." With that, her body moved, vanishing into thin air, reappearing several light-years away.

(Note: One light-year is 946 billion kilometers.)