I am a living immortal.

Shebisi didn't know where he had come to. His connection with the clans he had created was cut off in an instant. It was as if he had stepped into a world that did not exist.

Children ran past him, laughing and talking, glancing curiously at the stranger before them, then warily running off. Looking ahead, he saw a network of paths and paths. The adults, unlike the children, didn't react with the same wariness to strangers, but instead greeted them with hospitality. Soon, he was surrounded by people, all eager to entertain him.

Just as Shebishi was about to repeat his mistake and infect all of them, he was horrified to discover that his authority and strength had completely vanished, leaving no trace. His strength was even less than that of an ordinary person. He was dragged and huddled into a house.

Chickens and sheep were slaughtered, and the whole village was like a festival. Everyone's face was filled with smiles, as if his arrival was a great joy. But in Shebisi's eyes, these smiles were so glaring and strange. Even though he was lingering in the void, he rarely encountered such a scene.

He didn't know what had happened. This body was his, no doubt, but the authority that was supposed to be linked to his life had completely vanished. This wasn't an illusion or a hidden feeling; it was completely and utterly gone.

"This is impossible... How is this possible?" A fear he had never felt since his birth began to wash over him. As he watched the villagers slit the throat of a fat pig and drain its blood, the shrill screams filled him with fear, as if the butcher's bloodstained knife was about to slit his throat.

He didn't know if this was an illusion or reality, and he didn't understand if dying here was truly a death. The villagers seemed to notice his reservedness, and an old man smiled and handed a handful of peanuts to Shebishi.

"Young man, there's no need to be so reserved. Few outsiders come in here. Don't worry, we don't have any intentions. Just eat and drink well." Shebisi held the handful of peanuts tightly. Instead of relaxing because of the old man's words, he became even more nervous.

The old man shrugged, peeled the peanut, threw it into his mouth, chewed it a few times and swallowed it.

Shebishi knew this was meant to ease his nervousness. Yet, despite the picturesque scenery, there was also an inexplicable sense of strangeness. It was an intuition, and the feeling that everything here was real was also an intuition. This conflicting feeling, disturbing his intuition, brought him relief.

After forcing himself to calm down, he began to observe the village. Compared to other villages he had visited before, this one was cleaner and more prosperous. Everyone had rosy complexions, and their clothes weren't particularly fancy, but they were sparsely patched, and the linings were made of silk. It didn't feel like a village at all.

And judging by the complete array of chicken, duck, fish, pork, and mutton he was served, meat wasn't in short supply. Where on earth was this place?!

To think that a peak being like him could find himself in such a state of disarray was simply unprecedented. Born from the concepts of life and death, soul, and sacrifice, he ruled the East, was the God of Weather, the Corpse of the Liver Elm, the Ancestor of Zombies, and the Grandmaster of Poison. Each of these titles highlighted his extraordinary prominence. While his reputation was not prominent, his status was equal to that of Xing Tian.

At this moment, a being as powerful as the God of War Xingtian had become timid because of a village's celebration. Shebishi sensed something was amiss. Logically, even if he had lost all his power, he wouldn't be so terrified. There was only one possible explanation: his diminished strength was causing him to resemble the human he had created. As someone who understood the concept of a soul, he understood what this meant. It meant his soul was merging with this human body, and his emotions were returning. This was not a good sign. If time dragged on, he might be trapped in this body forever.

He must find a way to take his power back.

But the thing was, he had no idea where to start. He had no idea where this place was, why he was here, or who was behind it. The only thing he knew was that this place was strange, and that it was real.

From what he saw, he could say that the people lived and worked in peace and contentment, and that the world was united. He saw no trace of poverty or insecurity, and there was no distinction between the young and the old, or between high and low.

Therefore, people not only love their relatives and their children, but also ensure that the elderly have a place to live, the strong have a place to work, the young have a place to grow, and the widows, the orphans, the lonely, and the disabled are all provided for.

This place was a perfect example of universal harmony. And it was precisely this very image of universal harmony that made reality seem unreal. He had traveled through the void and visited many worlds, but regardless of their power level, he had never witnessed true universal harmony; it was merely a product of fantasy.

He saw it here today, as if there was no sorrow, only laughter and joy. It would not be an exaggeration to say that this is a paradise.

He didn't understand what kind of person could have created such a place. In the moment he was stunned, women had already put their ingredients into the pot, and the fragrant aroma almost filled the entire village. Children leaned on the window sills, drooling.

The fragrant smell even aroused Shebishi's appetite, causing him to swallow subconsciously. After realizing how outrageous he had just been, his face turned extremely grim.

The old man watched happily and said, "Don't be embarrassed. Their cooking skills are very high. They are not much worse than those restaurants. You should eat more when you come."

By this point, Shebisi had sensed danger. This wasn't just a meal; it was a feast that would transform him into a mortal. He was becoming increasingly human, feeling fear, terror, bewilderment, even sentimentality. The sharp contrast brought about a spiritual assimilation, and his swallowing of saliva signaled the beginning of this subtle, subtle transformation within his body.

If he cannot overcome his appetite and feel pleasure while satisfying his stomach while drinking ordinary wine and eating ordinary food, it means that his body has truly accepted his current body and everything will be irreversible.

He understood why the mastermind had done this. This was revenge, a way of giving him a taste of his own medicine. This method was identical to the one he used to transform humans into the living dead. No wonder it felt so familiar; this was the commonality.

But he had no room to resist.

Bowls of "delicacies" in ceramic bowls were brought to the table, and people were already sitting around him. They talked about everything, the harvest, and trivial matters, and warmly entertained Shebishi.