[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-dimensional-invasion-i-can-fish-the-all-heavens":3,"chapter-dimensional-invasion-i-can-fish-the-all-heavens-dimensional-invasion-i-can-fish-the-all-heavens-chapter-167":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Dimensional Invasion: I Can Fish the All Heavens",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2313072,4522,"Chapter 167: The Thousand-Year-Old Progenitor of Demons, Nearing Perfection","dimensional-invasion-i-can-fish-the-all-heavens-chapter-167",167,"\u003Cp>Inside Zhou Ming’s body, his heart pounded violently in his chest—but gradually, gradually, a second heart, a third heart… until seven hearts beat simultaneously within his flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each contraction pumped forth a surging vitality, blood rushing like rivers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within his skull, his brain trembled; nerve networks grew like wild vines, a second brain, a third brain… until five brains operated simultaneously throughout his body, thoughts interweaving like lightning, consciousness splitting and reassembling across countless dimensions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His bones hummed, his muscles writhed, his blood vessels spread like tree roots—some terrifying power was awakening within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Zhou Ming, in his slumber, knew nothing of this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in his dream, his body suddenly contracted slightly, his brow furrowing as if he had brushed against something that made him shudder; yet soon, that strange tension vanished, and his breathing returned to calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The night passed silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When morning sunlight slipped through the curtain’s gap and spilled inside, Zhou Ming snapped his eyes open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sat up almost instinctively, his movement unnaturally fluid—as if his body had long since adapted to such explosive power; logically, he shouldn’t have noticed anything amiss right after waking, but five brains were churning inside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He blinked, a flicker of confusion in his eyes—strange, why was his mind so clear?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the past, whether he slept in bed or elsewhere, waking always left him slightly dazed—but now, his thoughts felt washed clean by water, terrifyingly sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he clearly sensed the abnormality in his body—the complete absence of his former untrained physique, replaced by a power he had never experienced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked down at his arms; the once ordinary limbs were now covered in sleek, taut muscle, his skin pale as if nearly translucent, faint blue veins visible beneath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He unconsciously touched his abdomen—his abs were sharply defined, hard and cold, like finely carved marble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then his gaze dropped lower—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh???\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Ming shot up from his chair, vanishing in a flash into the bathroom. He flipped on the light and snapped his head up toward the mirror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mirror reflected a face both unfamiliar and familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Skin as pale as snow, a sharply defined jawline, a high nose bridge beneath eyes faintly glowing red, pupils deep as some inhuman abyss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His lips were extremely pale, yet radiated an eerie beauty; his black hair lay messy across his forehead, faintly shimmering with a dark blue sheen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His entire face was stunningly beautiful—almost inhumanly so—like a character stepped from a manga, yet carrying an unsettling, nonhuman aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Ming slowly raised his hand and touched his own face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The figure in the mirror mirrored the motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fingertip’s touch was cool and delicate, like touching a work of art.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This… is me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is really me?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice trembled—not from fear, but from an almost absurd exhilaration; the reflection in the mirror widened its eyes slightly, then slowly curved its lips into a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—It was a smile no human could ever produce: an eerie and perfect smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the surge of joy, Zhou Ming forcibly suppressed his excitement and began analyzing his situation calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“An entire day has passed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That means, from when I fell asleep yesterday until now, over twenty hours have passed—not the two or three I thought.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced at the date on his phone, frowning slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked slowly to the living room, his gaze sweeping over the empty table, then opened a cabinet—the Light Stick still lay quietly among his other collectibles, unchanged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yesterday I bought only two things: the Light Stick and that plastic flower.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Light Stick hasn’t changed. Even if it were a celestial artifact, it couldn’t possibly contain any mechanism capable of causing such drastic changes in me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So it must be the plastic flower.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This conclusion was even more certain now—after all, the flower had vanished since he woke up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But a more critical question surfaced in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can be one hundred percent certain that yesterday’s flower was purely ordinary plastic.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That cheap texture, those rough seams—no celestial artifact would ever look like that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“At least, while I was conscious, it was still just a plastic flower.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So during my sleep, the flower changed—underwent dimensional intrusion and transformed into a true celestial artifact.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But which flower in the myriad realms could cause such a transformation?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or perhaps the flower itself had no such power—but was deeply connected to some being?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Ming was thinking, but he already had a guess—he simply refused to believe it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After calming his emotions, he realized he had absolute control over every part of his body—he could instantly divide himself into countless fragments and reassemble them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could freely alter his appearance, gender, scent—anything visible to the eye, he could change completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, his mind now held many abilities that felt profoundly familiar to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But precisely because they were familiar, he refused to believe them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Five brains. Seven hearts.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pallid skin, immense vitality, unimaginable regenerative power even without testing, supreme control over every bodily part, ability to transform into another person at will.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These traits were far too obvious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So obvious he didn’t even need to think—he knew instantly where his power came from.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kibutsuji Muzan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thousand-year-old progenitor of demons from Demon Slayer, absolute ruler of demons, who called himself “nearly perfect,” a monster with an almost immortal body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But if my power comes from Muzan, why am I not afraid of sunlight?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Ming looked out the window—sunlight had already flooded into the room; his entire body was bathed in it, yet he felt no anomaly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surely it couldn’t be that sunlight through a window didn’t work?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened the window and cautiously extended his hand toward a beam of sunlight—his skin remained unharmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No burning sensation. No pain. No smoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this were Muzan, it couldn’t be like this—or did he only inherit Muzan’s power without the sunlight weakness?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, no, no—no matter how he thought, it couldn’t be that. It must be the flower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1005,"2026-06-20T13:10:12.391Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","34994ce2a7173b5bda2f0a2049040c33fcefed121699147354d4cf59a8ed3571","dimensional-invasion-i-can-fish-the-all-heavens-chapter-168","dimensional-invasion-i-can-fish-the-all-heavens-chapter-166",193,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdimensional-invasion-i-can-fish-the-all-heavens-cover.jpg"]