Global Evolution: I Transplanted the Supreme Divine Heart

They wheel Bai Pu into the lab half-dead, paperwork already stamped, his life reduced to a line on the hospital director’s experiment log. The ‘source blood’—the institution’s most guarded asset—gleams a dark, viscous red in the syringe, cold against his fading pulse.

He isn’t supposed to wake up.

The needle goes in. His heart stutters, then lurches. Light surges under his skin, not the soft glow of monitors but a blinding white flare that burns through the sterile room. Alarms scream, metal trembles, and for a single, terrible second, everyone present feels the floor vanish beneath them.

Spirit Realm Transference.

They call it an anomaly, a lab accident, a freak reaction. Bai Pu calls it coming home.

Because the moment the source blood fuses with his failing heart, another world answers—a layered, hungry realm that has always brushed against Earth like a whisper at the edge of hearing. Now the barrier tears open inside his chest. Spirits press close. Rules change. Evolution stops being a theory in someone’s report and becomes something you can taste in the air.

The hospital director thought he owned a disposable subject. Instead, he’s made a door. And the "test" lying on the operating table is no longer just a patient; he’s the core of a power that doesn’t belong in any human body.

As Bai Pu learns to wield the Supreme Divine Heart beating inside him, the planet shifts with every pulse—cities, creatures, and people mutating around the shockwave of his survival. If he loses control, it isn’t just his own life that will be rewritten; the entire order of this evolving world will twist around the light that burst from his body and never quite return to what it was.