Phoenix Glory Beneath a Falling Sky

A 27-year-old, veteran archaeology professor is killed after accidentally overhearing a spy’s secret. Her soul transmigrates to a fictional continent from centuries past. She thought it was all a drunken, dreamlike affair, but in the end, it was nothing more than the painstaking work of someone with an agenda. Driven by the gears of fate, who is the player moving the pieces in this bewildering game? Through the upheavals of the Three Kingdoms, she watches the land fall silent, tastes the loves and hates of the human world, and writes the legend of one woman’s life. A struggle for the throne, an escape from an arranged marriage, a battle for power, a usurpation, murder, and arson: she experiences every clichéd, melodramatic trope from third-rate romances in her past life. One day, looking out at the vast blue sky, Yan Qiu sighs, “What’s the point of transmigrating if you can’t live wildly? Look at my life: it’s so exciting, dazzling, bruising, and spectacular that it’s made me color-blind. ‘Didn’t you think your dignity as a member of the imperial family had been trampled? I don’t mind stomping on you a couple more times.’” She says, “If you dare enjoy the blessings of having both a wife and a concubine, I’ll teach you what it means to rule the martial world for all eternity.” Yan Qiu: “I’m going to uproot your rotten-to-the-core dogshit cult and leave not a speck behind. Don’t ask me why. I’m a successor to communism.” Feng Xiao: “I’ll give you a grand fireworks display, a spectacle meant for you alone, just like the inescapable net I’ve laid for you, so vast that you’ll never be reincarnated.”