Corpse-shedding Immortal of the Heretical World

In this turbid world, heretical immortal arts flourish everywhere. Some immortals occupy temples, spitting out incense offerings; some bury graves, traversing the underworld; some roam the streets, harvesting and butchering; some incarnate in countless forms, their seven thousand eight hundred heads looking down upon humanity. Heaven's way is in decline, and the imperial court is overrun by demons. Snake demons hold the power of prefects, bats lead armies, coveting the blood and flesh of mortals, and even county magistrates and prefects are dressed as birds and beasts, masquerading as officials. ...Flowing clouds hang in the sky, atop the Cangwu Realm. Ren Qingjing stands on the clouds, a halo of immortality slowly swirling behind his head. Between the opening and closing of his eyes, the illusory images of the sun and moon reflect the heavens and earth. His body radiates a pure light like silk, untouched by the vulgarity of the mortal world. "Clearly, I am the only true immortal in this world, so why does everyone turn pale at the mention of my name?"