[Restore the Glory of Traditional Fantasy, Damn It!]
Legend has it that nine ancient divine artifacts are scattered across the world.
Each one possesses power that reaches the heavens, enough to help a cultivator attain the Dao and ascend to immortality.
By a stroke of luck, Li Daoyin, a disciple of the Qingyuan Sect, comes into possession of one of them.
However, this naturally carefree young man has no dream of ascending.
With a wine gourd at his side, he travels across the continent.
He watches Kunlun sword cultivators and merfolk compose poems beneath the moon.
He tastes the Granny's Meng Po Soup at the Ghost City of Fengdu.
He rescues the demon clan's saintess, who was to be made into a cultivation vessel, and asks only for a jar of peach-blossom wine in return.
Until the various factions unleash a bloodbath to seize the divine artifacts.
Until the welcoming light of the Nine Heavens descends upon him.
Li Daoyin sighs and cuts through the River of Time with a single sword stroke.
He refuses to ascend, leaving behind only a casual remark.
"Please, fellow immortals, make way. The apricot blossoms at the foot of Qingyuan Mountain are about to bloom."
