The Corpse-Release Immortal in a World of Heretical Arts

In this filthy world, unorthodox immortal arts flourish everywhere. Some immortals occupy temples, feeding on incense smoke; some bury themselves in graves, traveling through the underworld as corpse-walkers; some roam the streets, harvesting the living and dismembering them; some transform into myriad forms, overlooking humanity with seven thousand eight hundred heads. The Heavenly Way is in decline, and the court is even more overrun with demons and monsters. Snake seductresses wield judicial power, bat demons lead troops coveting the blood and flesh of mortals, and even the county magistrates and prefects are beasts and birds dressed in official robes, putting on airs...

Flowing clouds hang in the sky, at the peak of the Cangwu Realm. Ren Qing stands still in the clouds, a halo of immortality slowly revolving behind his head. As his eyes open and close, the phantom images of the sun and moon reflect upon heaven and earth. Pure light overflows from his body like silk, untouched by any speck of worldly dust. "Clearly, I am the only true immortal in this world, so why does everyone turn pale at the mention of me?"