Immortal Pivot, a mortal kingdom in the North.
The Immortals' combat high up in the sky did not affect them. Daily necessities like firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and tea remained their priority. Even if the sky were to fall, life still had to go on as usual.
At this moment, in a rural village.
A shirtless young man yawned as he walked out of his thatched cottage, ready to sweep the yard and feed the chickens. However, when he reached the chicken coop, he froze.
Inside the coop, the roosters and hens he had raised to be plump and fat had all turned into bare skeletons, scattering feathers all over the ground.
"What's going on?"
The young man opened his mouth to speak but suddenly felt a slight pain between his eyebrows. He scratched it subconsciously and grew even more bewildered... because right there on his fingertip was a piece of minced meat.
There was no blood, just a chunk of flesh. As time passed, the meat rapidly decayed, soon emitting a pungent stench.
