Dao Master, I Am Not an Evil Cultivator

Upon waking up, Xu Changqing finds himself transmigrated into a world of utter strangeness—a realm devoid of ethereal immortals or merciful bodhisattvas, populated instead by frenzied and aberrant human cultivators. In this place, every sacred scripture and esoteric art carries a forbidden price; break a single precept, and the backlash is absolute, stripping one of any control over life and death itself. Arhats feast on flesh, true lords drink blood, demons and monsters stalk the land with impunity, and the mortal dynasties have rotted to their very core. Years later, Xu Changqing stands robed in black and white, a bone fly-whisk in hand and crimson lotuses blazing beneath his feet. Gazing upon the countless divine specters that fill the heavens, he offers a faint smile and asks, "Now that you behold the Heavenly Venerate, why do you not kneel?"