Led by Zixiang, Ye Chen arrived at the first hall. Its air was swirling with numerous starlights, and suspended within these rivers of energy were dazzling rays of light—some shaped like brocade boxes, others like porcelain bottles, or slender test tubes.

“These are all sorts of medicines,” Zixiang chuckled. “We have every kind here. They are technological products from the Great Saint War era. Back then, the Master melted down elixirs below the Deity level from countless conquered realms into a single furnace, so what you see here are all Deity-level pharmaceuticals: various gene fluids, potions, antitoxins, and so on.”

Ye Chen nodded slightly, pondering for a moment. “What are the main functions of these medicines?”

Zixiang counted on her tiny fingers, mimicking an adult gesture. “They are divided into many categories, such as anti-toxins, physique enhancers, fatigue restorers, temporary body enhancers, boosters for specific bodily functions, or life extenders.”

Ye Chen inquired, “Are there any that permanently enhance physique?”

“There are,” Zixiang grinned slyly. “Such medicines aren't rare; we have a huge pile of them here. If you, Master, wish to immediately elevate your physique to the Deity level, that’s certainly possible. However, a physique forged purely by medicine tends to be a bit volatile, with an unstable foundation. Once you reach higher realms, progress will stall.”

Ye Chen acknowledged, “I understand that. For now, give me something that temporarily boosts my physique with minimal side effects, or a gene fluid.”

“No problem.” Zixiang snapped her little fingers, and several streaks of light drifted out from the starry expanse, shooting like meteors and landing in her small palms. One was a white jade porcelain bottle, about the size of a finger, emanating a brilliant glow. The other was a syringe-style test tube, emerald green, with shimmering liquid inside that was exquisitely beautiful.

“This bottle contains the Body God Pill; it can temporarily boost physique by 200%. The only side effect is slight fatigue, nothing more. And this syringe holds a gene fluid that can increase physique by 1000%—the Mad God Potion! Both of these items require at least a Deity-level physique for consumption. If a physique above that level ingests them, the effect is significantly reduced. Given the strength of your body, Master, using both is perfectly suitable.”

Zixiang cheerfully handed them over to Ye Chen, her delicate, pale hands appearing smooth and fine as snow.

Ye Chen was not polite. After a quick glance, he waved his hand, gathering them into his storage. Although his realm was only the Demigod level, his body’s genetic mutation, under the pressure of 99 times human gene intensity, could already rival the physique of a peak Deity. His raw strength alone approached the hundred-million mark!

“Oh, right,” Ye Chen suddenly recalled. “Are there any medicines here to enhance the Superman Mode stage?”

“Superman Mode?” Zixiang tilted her small head. “What is Superman?”

Ye Chen paused, his gaze flickering. “In the era of the last Great Saint War, the ancient world must have also had humans merging genes from other races for a different, short-term, high-efficiency method of combat.”

“Oh, that,” Zixiang understood immediately. “Where we come from, we call that the Beastman Mode. We have potions to enhance that; I’ll fetch one for you.” As she spoke, she beckoned with her small hand, and a beam of light floated out from the myriad medicines in the energy river, settling into her delicate palm.

It was a small crystal core, deep azure, with many facets on its surface. Inside the core pulsed a pale green light, like the light of hope—faint yet dazzling.

“This is the Beastman Fluid; it can enhance the Beastman Mode, boosting it directly from the initial stage to the peak. Additionally, there is a potion for Beastman gene cleavage and metamorphosis, which can separate the Beastman gene within the human body, achieving it without needing gene cell splitting surgery,” Zixiang giggled, her cheeks flushed.

Ye Chen’s eyes lit up as he focused on the small crystal core in her hand, unable to suppress a surge of excitement. Normally, the Superman Mode was divided into five stages, requiring long periods of tempering for the constituent genes to properly fuse and elevate the stage. After over 500 years of refinement, he felt his Superman Mode had advanced from Superman Stage Two to Stage Three!

However, there was still a considerable distance to the peak, Superman Stage Five, requiring further tempering.

If it were ordinary monster genes, fusion wouldn't be difficult, but the few Superman genes he chose were exceptionally hard to refine, especially the Celestial Beast gene! Once the Superman Mode achieved successful fusion, all three of his Superman Modes would directly advance to the same rank, and this fusion time was triple that of ordinary people!

In his previous life, Ye Chen knew many people—Bing Yun, God’s Left Hand, and others—who had reached Superman Stage Five, and some had even surpassed it, breaking into a new level. But the Superman genes of those individuals were derived from Earthly biology. Currently, Ye Chen’s Superman gene awakening degree was being dragged down by the Celestial Beast gene; otherwise, in the last 500 years, he should have reached Superman Stage Five, breaking through to a new life level, capable of cellular division and creating Superman avatars.

Without a word, Ye Chen took the small crystal core from Zixiang. “How do I take this? Given my current physical condition, can I use it?”

Zixiang chuckled sweetly. “Of course you can. This has a small switch next to it; just open it and inject the Beastman gene fluid into your skin. The requirement for this is that your body strength must reach the Deity level, otherwise, the energy inside could tear your body apart, causing severe consequences. Given your physical condition, Master, feel completely at ease.”

Ye Chen nodded slightly and examined it closely, finding the small switch beside the crystal core. He pressed it gently, and the entire core immediately shifted its shape, transforming into a syringe.

Ye Chen did not hesitate and injected it directly into his arm. He watched the emerald liquid slowly squeeze out of the syringe and into his body, an indescribable sense of comfort washing over him.

After the injection was complete, Ye Chen examined his body but found no change. Just as he was about to ask Zixiang, he suddenly felt his entire skin tremble. Every pore contracted, accompanied by an unbearable itchiness.

Ye Chen’s body involuntarily shook slightly, feeling unstable on his feet, half of his body completely numb. His brain swelled with throbbing pain, a sensation that intensified, gradually shifting from soreness and itchiness to excruciating agony, as if his body cells were splitting countless times and his very soul was being shredded and divided.

Ye Chen clenched his fists, sweat pouring down him like rain. He gritted his teeth until his fingernails dug into his palms, stubbornly resisting the maddening, sharp pain. He felt as if he were swaying precariously, like a lone skiff tossed upon a stormy sea.

“Are you alright?” Zixiang’s large, watery eyes filled with distress, looking utterly pitiful.

Ye Chen bit down hard, unable to speak. After a long while, the excruciating pain gradually subsided, and his body slowly recovered. He felt as if he had survived a terrible illness, utterly drained. He collapsed onto the ground, gasping for air, unable to utter a single word.

As he sat down, Ye Chen noticed a patch of dark, viscous fluid on the ground, emitting a foul stench, and he froze. Looking down at himself, he realized his entire body was coated in a slimy substance—a dark, sticky fluid secreted from his pores.

He quickly retrieved the Water God Chain and took out the stored Primal Energy Water within, washing every inch of his body. After a moment, he managed to thoroughly clean himself.

As the cool liquid touched his skin, it was immediately tainted by the dark slime. After washing, Ye Chen flicked a finger, sending out a dense flame that incinerated the puddles on the ground, driving away the stench.

Ye Chen inspected his body and felt his skin was firmer and more potent. He vaguely sensed several surging energies within him, ready to be unleashed with a mere thought.

“I wonder if my various Superman Modes have all reached Stage Five? Later, if I raise my physique to the ten-million mark and break through to the Pseudo-God realm, I can refine 1% of divine blood, and then I can forge another Superman gene!”

Feeling the surging energy within, Ye Chen was invigorated, as if he could unleash terrifying power with a wave of his hand.

“Once I break through the Superman Mode, I can swallow the Gene Splitting Potion to separate the Superman genes and form Superman avatars,” Ye Chen calculated mentally. “This breakthrough depends on opportunity; the spirit and the flesh must merge, otherwise, I’ll have to wait until I reach the Deity realm for a natural integration.”

“Master, do you need anything else?” Zixiang chirped happily.

Ye Chen glanced over the medicine palace; it spanned hundreds of kilometers, all filled with Deity-level pharmaceuticals. The sheer scale was breathtaking. He shook his head. “It’s all mine anyway. I’ll come back for what I need later.”

“Mm!” Zixiang nodded obediently. “Then let’s go see something else.”

Ye Chen agreed.

The two proceeded toward the next hall.

In the subsequent hall, numerous mechanical automatons were piled up. These robots could freely contract and expand, manufactured from extremely rare Cadium Memory Metal. They were convenient to carry, capable of shrinking into a ring or a necklace for personal carrying, deployable for protection when necessary.

Ye Chen selected a mechanical automaton of the Lesser Dao Artifact grade. It was a cute child figure, nine centimeters tall, with dark skin and a round face; its entire exterior looked nothing like a machine.

Ye Chen named it Long Long.

This small robot possessed self-awareness, acting like a real person. Upon seeing Zixiang, it immediately bowed respectfully and called out, “Big Sister Zixiang.”

Zixiang adopted a mature air and replied languidly, “Good child.”

Ye Chen glanced at her sideways and ordered it to lead the way to the next hall. This hall was entirely filled with secret manuals, all dating back to the previous Great Saint War era.

“Body strengthening, body refining, ranged combat, close combat, self-detonation…” Zixiang stood with her hands behind her back, pointing. “We have everything here. Just tell me what you need, Master!”