Dimensional Invasion: I Can Fish for All Heavens

Chapter 167 The Progenitor of Demons Who Has Lived for Thousands of Years, a Being Almost Perfect
Inside Zhou Ming's body, his heart was pounding violently in his chest cavity, but gradually, gradually, a second, a third... until seven hearts were beating simultaneously inside his body.

Each contraction pumps out a surge of life force, the blood flowing like a river.

The brain trembled within the cranial cavity, and nerve pathways grew wildly like vines. A second, a third... up to five brains were distributed throughout his body, operating simultaneously. Thoughts intertwined like lightning, and consciousness split and recombined in countless dimensions.

His bones groaned, his muscles twitched, his blood vessels spread like tree roots, and some terrifying power was awakening within him.

Zhou Ming, who was fast asleep, was completely unaware of this.

However, in his sleep, his body suddenly contracted slightly, and his brows furrowed, as if he had touched something terrifying at some moment; but soon, the strange tension dissipated, and his breathing returned to normal.

The night passed quietly.

When the morning sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, Zhou Ming suddenly opened his eyes.

He sat up almost instinctively, his movements incredibly fluid, as if his body had long been accustomed to such explosive power. Logically, he shouldn't have noticed anything wrong with his body after just waking up, but he couldn't help feeling like there were five brains running through his body.

He blinked, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes. Strange, why was his mind so clear?
In the past, whether he slept in bed or elsewhere, he would feel somewhat groggy after waking up. But now, his mind was as clear as if it had been washed by water, frighteningly so.

Therefore, he clearly noticed that something was wrong with his body, a body completely different from his previous untrained physique, replaced by a sense of power he had never experienced before.

He looked down at his arms, which were originally ordinary in shape but were now covered with smooth and firm muscles. His skin was so pale that it was almost transparent, and you could even vaguely see the blue veins underneath.

He subconsciously touched his abdomen, his hand finding well-defined abdominal muscles, hard and cold, like meticulously sculpted marble.

Then, his gaze shifted downwards—

Ok? ? ?
Um! ! !
Zhou Ming jumped up from his chair instantly and rushed into the bathroom almost in a flash. He turned on the light and looked up sharply at the mirror.

Then, he froze.

The face reflected in the mirror was both strange and familiar.

Her skin was as pale as snow, her jawline was sharply defined, and beneath her high nose bridge were a pair of eyes that glowed slightly red, with a kind of inhuman depth flowing in the depths of her pupils.

His lips were extremely pale, yet they possessed an inexplicable, eerie beauty. His black hair was disheveled and fell across his forehead, with a faint dark blue sheen emanating from the strands.

His face was so handsome it was almost inhuman, like a character straight out of a comic book, yet it also carried a kind of chilling inhumanity.

Zhou Ming slowly raised his hand and touched his face.

The person in the mirror did the same thing.

The touch under my fingertips was cool and delicate, like touching a work of art.

"this is me?"

"Is this really me?!"

His voice trembled slightly, not from fear, but from an almost absurd excitement; his reflection in the mirror widened its eyes slightly, and then a slow smile curved the corners of its lips.

—It was a smile that no human could possibly display, an eerie and perfect smile.

After the initial excitement, Zhou Ming forced himself to suppress his emotions and began to calmly analyze the current situation.

A whole day has passed.

"That means more than twenty hours have passed since I went to bed yesterday, not the two or three hours I thought." He glanced at the date on his phone, his brow furrowing slightly.
He walked slowly into the living room, his gaze sweeping over the empty tabletop. Then he opened the cabinet door, and the Spark Lens lay quietly among the other collectibles, untouched by anything amiss.

"Yesterday I only bought two things: a sparkler and that plastic flower."

"The Divine Light Rod has not changed, and even if the Divine Light Rod is a treasure of the heavens, it should not contain any possible factors that could cause such a drastic change in me."

So, it was that plastic flower.

This conclusion can be made more certain, since the flower had disappeared when he woke up.

But a more crucial question came to his mind.

"I can say with 100% certainty that the flower yesterday was definitely made of ordinary plastic."

"That cheap feel and rough seams could never be what a treasure from the heavens should look like."

"At least as long as I'm conscious, it's still a plastic flower."

"So while I was asleep, the flower changed, underwent a dimensional invasion, and transformed into a true treasure of the heavens."

But which "flower" in all the heavens and myriad realms could cause such a change in a person?
Or is it that the "flower" itself does not possess that ability, but has a very deep connection with a certain character?
Zhou Ming was thinking, but he already had a guess in his mind, but he was unwilling to believe it.

After his emotions calmed down, he discovered that he had extremely strong control over any part of his body, and could even divide his body into countless pieces in an instant and then recombine them.

He also has the ability to freely change his appearance, gender, smell, and anything that is visible to the naked eye.

In addition, many abilities that seemed incredibly familiar to him appeared in his mind.

But it was precisely because he was familiar with it that he was unwilling to believe it.

Five brains, seven hearts

"A deathly pale complexion, immense vitality, a terrifying self-healing ability that, though untested, is foreseeable, and ultimate control over every part of the body—the ability to easily transform into another person."

These features are all too obvious.

It was so obvious that he hardly needed to think about it to know who the source of his power came from.

"Oniibutsuji Muzan"

The progenitor of demons in Demon Slayer, who has lived for a thousand years, is the absolute ruler of demons and calls himself "a creature that is infinitely close to perfection." He is a monster with a near-immortal body.

"But if my power comes from Muzan, why am I not afraid of the sunlight?"

Zhou Ming looked at the sunlight that had already seeped into the room through the window. He was completely bathed in sunlight, yet he showed no signs of anything amiss.

Surely it can't be useless if it's just through the window, right?
He opened the window and tentatively stretched his hand out to a ray of sunlight; his skin remained perfectly intact under the light.

There was no burning sensation, no pain, and the skin did not smoke.

If it were Muzan, it wouldn't be possible; or did he only obtain Muzan's power and not suffer from the side effect of being afraid of sunlight?
No, no, no, that's impossible. It must be because of that flower.

(End of this chapter)