In an Age of Demons, the Demon-Slaying System Protects the People

I endured three thousand tribulations in heaven, then spent five hundred years among mortals. A sword at my waist flashes with violet lightning; the furnace’s pill flames rise in blue smoke. I rode a white deer across the blue sea, then mounted a green ox and entered a celestial grotto. These little tricks are nothing more than idle amusements. None knows that I am a true immortal.