I'm an Immortal Cultivator, so I'm Definitely Not an Evil Cultivator.

The red moonlight falls on the world, bringing crazy things. Under the red moon, the monks' flesh and blood squirmed under their skin like living creatures. Some of them had turned into balls of flesh with eyes and tentacles. The flesh balls that were close together squirmed toward each other, leaving streaks of dark red blood on the ground. "Maybe the difference between me and this pile of meat is that I am more intelligent than them." Ji Mo sighed at the red moon in the sky that would be there no matter day or night. "I can't look back a long time ago. Why are you still thinking about these things? Becoming an immortal as soon as possible is better than anything else." Ji Mo laughed self-deprecatingly and put the human skin aside on his body.