I, the Peerless Poet, Travel Across Three Thousand Realms

The immortals have fallen into the mortal world for nine days, holding the flute and reciting poems to travel to the end of the world. My poetic talent is astonishing. I dare to ask the heroes in the world, the immortals and Buddhas in heaven, the gods and demons in the earth, and the emperors of all realms, if they dare to discuss poetry with me. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.