Daoist Master, I'm really not an evil cultivator.

Upon waking, Xu Changqing found himself transported to a bizarre world. Here, there were no ethereal immortals, no compassionate gods or Buddhas, only eccentric and mad cultivators. The profound arts and scriptures here were fraught with forbidden consequences; breaking them would inevitably lead to backlash, leaving one unable to control their own life or death. Here, Arhats ate flesh, True Lords drank blood, demons and monsters roamed freely, and human dynasties were utterly corrupt. Years later, Xu Changqing, clad in a black and white Daoist robe, holding a white bone whisk, and standing on a red lotus, gazed at the myriad strange beings filling the sky and smiled faintly. "Having seen the Heavenly Venerable, why not kneel?"