The four immortals who instructed him in his mind were merely fighting for control of his body. The so-called attainment of immortality was all a lie.
The more he used their power, the more severe his distortion became. Eventually, once a certain big pile of shit reached a certain proportion, it would unilaterally mold him into the shape of that very pile of shit.
Fortunately, oh fortunately, he had received the grace of the Emperor!
Chapter 252