The Corpse Executioner of the Left World

In this turbulent time, the immortal arts of the left are everywhere. There are immortals occupying temples and breathing incense. There are immortals buried in graves and walking in the shadows. There are immortals walking around the streets picking and cutting plants. There are immortals who have incarnated themselves into thousands and look down at the world with 7,800 poems. Heaven is in ruins, demons are running amok in the court, snake demons hold the power of justice, manta-led soldiers covet mortal blood and food, and even county magistrates and prefects are all birds and beasts wearing official uniforms. ...The flowing clouds are in the sky, at the top of Cangwu Realm. Ren Qing stood quietly in the clouds, with a fairy halo hanging behind his head slowly flowing. When his eyes were open and closed, the shadows of the sun and moon reflected the sky and the earth. His body was filled with pure light, not stained by the tackiness of the world. "Obviously Pindao is the only righteous immortal in the world, why does everyone's expression change when they talk about it?"