Death was supposed to be the end.
For Zhou Fan, the Demonic Emperor who once stood above heaven itself, death was merely another cage to break.
As his soul shattered under heavenly retribution, Zhou Fan laughed.
"Heaven? Gods? If I fall today, I will simply conquer another world tomorrow."
Space twisted. Time collapsed. His demonic soul, dense with killing intent and millennia of experience, was torn from the ruined cultivation world and hurled into the void.
Then—
Boom.
A violent heartbeat echoed.
Not his.
Another body.
Another soul.
A wild, untamed force—pure battle instinct, simple-minded yet terrifyingly vast.
Zhou Fan opened his eyes.
Blue sky. Green fields. A cheerful voice shouting—
"Chi-Chi! I'm hungry!"
Zhou Fan froze.
"…What kind of weak-minded demon is this?"
Thus, before gods descended and before Beerus dreamed of prophecy,
the Demonic Emperor entered the body of Son Goku.
Not physical pain—but insult.
Zhou Fan scanned his new body and almost scoffed.
Meridians? Primitive.
Dantian? Nonexistent.
Yet this flesh… why does it feel like a divine weapon?
This body had no cultivation system, yet every cell vibrated with explosive potential. It was raw, unrefined power—like a mountain of spirit stones left untouched.
Inside the consciousness, another presence stirred.
"Huh? Who are you?"
A cheerful voice. Naive. Unthreatening.
Zhou Fan smirked.
"I am Zhou Fan. Kneel."
Silence.
Then laughter.
"Haha! You're funny! Wanna spar?"
Zhou Fan's expression darkened.
This soul—Son Goku—felt no fear.
Instead of resisting, Goku's consciousness welcomed him like an old friend, wide-eyed and curious.
"You feel strong! Stronger than Beerus in my dream!"
Zhou Fan's pupils contracted.
Beerus? A god? Interesting…
In that instant, Zhou Fan understood.
This world did not worship the Dao.
It worshipped battle.
And this body—
This body was born to fight gods.