I am a living immortal.

The villagers poured him drinks enthusiastically.

"This is home-brewed wine," he said, pouring it into a bowl. The yellowish liquor carried a strong aroma of grain. A group of men picked up their bowls, clinked them together, and then drank them all in one gulp.

Shebisi stared at the wine and swallowed his saliva.

I looked up again, watching the child at the table using chopsticks to pick up food from his bowl. The rich, glossy broth soaked through the fragrant rice, the aroma of the meat and rice blending to create a unique, homey flavor. The child chewed the meat without hesitation, occasionally slurping down a mouthful of rice, enjoying their meal with immense joy.

The smile and satisfaction on her face were like a fatal temptation.

Shebishi felt hungry and wanted to taste what these delicacies tasted like. Just like how he used the virus to affect living beings, this subtle influence was irresistible.

Because this is fighting against nature.

How many people in this world can actually fight against their nature? Very few. Moreover, the situation Shebishi encountered was a thousand times more difficult than he had imagined, because he not only had to fight against his nature, but also had to face temptation.

People are like this sometimes. The less you think about something, the harder it is to forget it. It's like a tangled ribbon. The more you struggle, the tighter it gets, until you're deeply trapped.

Shebishi encountered it.

When Shebisi saw the old man put a piece of fat and lean braised pork soaked in sauce on the rice, he felt like a traveler who had been thirsty in the desert for several days and came across sweet and cool spring water.

His whole body was shouting, "Eat it, want to eat it, put it in the rice." When one of his hands couldn't help but want to pick up the chopsticks, the other hand stopped him from doing so.

But the villagers' cheering was still echoing in his ears: "Try it, the taste is absolutely amazing." After saying that, he picked up a piece and put it in his mouth.

The table was overflowing with delicacies. Sizzling lamb legs, sprinkled with spices, were a burst of flavor. Roast goose and roast chicken were standard, thinly sliced ​​lamb rolled in boiling broth and dipped in a prepared sauce.

Everyone was demonstrating the deliciousness of these delicacies with their own hands. The sound of chewing, the feeling of satisfaction, and the occasional downing of a bowl of wine, the exhilaration, this is what heaven on earth is all about.

This was a battle without the smoke of gunpowder, yet it was far more grueling than actual combat. Shebishi's entire body was trembling, his hunger growing stronger and stronger, his mouth salivating more and more. His mind kept telling him, "Eat some, eat some, it's nothing."

The people around him were also trying to persuade him, and the food in his bowl kept piling up, and the distance between him and the food was getting closer and closer.

He was even a little dazed, and the words kept echoing in his ears: Eat, eat, eat.

In this situation, even though he had once been a pinnacle being, even though he had repeatedly told himself he was a god, not a human, and must not be deceived, that he could resist temptation, he ultimately overestimated himself. After all, his body was now just that of an ordinary person, and the last shred of divinity and rationality in his spirit had vanished under the erosion of human nature.

When Shebisi came to his senses, the taste of the spices in his mouth was like a sweet rain, activating every cell in his body. From this moment on, there was no turning back for Shebisi. Watching Shebisi wolfing down his food.

The old man beside him picked up a glass of wine, took a sip, and said with a faint smile: "That's right, welcome to the Peach Blossom Spring."

This is the Peach Blossom Spring, a place of seclusion. Everyone who arrives here carries with them one or another the idea that once they enter, they will sever all ties with the past and begin anew. It's a secluded place, detached from the world. And this banquet isn't all about temptation, but rather a necessary welcoming ceremony for new arrivals.

There is no conflict or war here, only peace and contentment, laughter and joy. This is the land of paradise.

But at this moment, Shebi Shi only had food in his eyes and didn't listen to what the old man was saying at all.

The old man continued to look up at the sky and said, "This is all I can do. From now on, it's up to you."

He is the hidden immortal who exists and does not exist.

This time, Shebishi had truly suffered a terrible fate. He had hoped to measure the earth, but if he hadn't stumbled into the Peach Blossom Spring, his fate wouldn't have been this way. Shebishi no longer exists in the world, only a resident of the Peach Blossom Spring. No one knows the former identity of the old man who poured wine and served you food in the Peach Blossom Spring. They have become part of this place, whether voluntarily or passively, and will remain here forever.

But if you insist, is Shebishi just unlucky? Not necessarily.

This immortal, who disregarded the mundane world, once declared that he would never leave the Peach Blossom Spring. The truth was, he had never taken a single step outside, but the Peach Blossom Spring was indeed mobile!

As for why you can't leave the Peach Blossom Spring, that's another story. The world is too vast. Even if you are the protagonist of heaven and earth, the world will not focus its entire perspective on you. The magnificent things you have experienced are not the whole world, but only what you have experienced.

There are also stories happening in places you can't see, which may be more dramatic than yours, or just as ordinary. The world is always moving forward, not being pushed by anyone.

Shebisi was immersed in a struggle without gunpowder.

Taohuayuan also enjoys its own unique tranquility and peace.

Yet the world is facing an unprecedented struggle. Whether unwilling or unwilling, the war has arrived. It is a disaster and a test for the entire world.

The war between the Dragon Clan and the Tianwu isn't over yet, and there's no stopping them now. The chase begins, and either the Tianwu is utterly annihilated, or the Dragon Clan is wiped out. As long as either side survives, the battle won't end. As the Dragon Clan says, it won't end until one side dies.

Elsewhere, Di Jun and the Celestial Emperor battled over time, their victory or defeat crucial. Mirage Dragon Changxi continued his battle over the East China Sea, and the two sides remained unable to determine the winner.

Shebishi suffered the most, trapped in Peach Blossom Spring, unable to emerge again. The upper echelons of combat power were essentially blocked by the beings of this era. But by this point, the peak powerhouses of this era had exhausted all their means and had little strength left. Like a vast sieve, they kept these most powerful beings at bay, leaving only this era itself to fend for itself.

Mirage Dragon's judgment was accurate. In addition to Di Jun, there were at least three or four top beings descending.

All those that were confirmed had been blocked, but the fate of those that were hidden was unknown. They came along with many innate gods.