Corpse-Liberation Immortal in a World of Heterodox Paths

In this filthy, chaotic world, left-path immortal arts flourish everywhere. Some immortals occupy temples and swallow incense offerings; some bury themselves in graves, travel through the netherworld, and walk the roads; some roam the streets, taking children and cutting them apart; some manifest in myriad forms, overlooking the mortal world with seven thousand eight hundred heads.

Heaven’s Way is crumbling, and the imperial court is even more overrun by demons and monsters. Serpentine spirits hold the power to judge cases, bat-like demons command troops and covet the blood and flesh of commoners, and even county magistrates and prefects are nothing more than birds and beasts wearing official robes and pretending to be human.

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Clouds drift overhead, atop the peak of the Cangwu Realm.

Ren Qing stands quietly on the cloud, a ring of immortal radiance slowly turning behind his head. As his eyes open and close, phantom images of the sun and moon reflect the heavens and earth; his body overflows with clear light like flowing silk, untouched by the filth of the mortal world.

“Clearly this poor Daoist is the only rightful immortal in the world. Why does everyone react in terror at the mere mention of me?”