I'm a Mahayana-Stage Fighter Jet. Take This Immortal-to-Mortal Missile!

You fly a fourth-generation fighter, he flies a fifth-generation fighter, and I fly a Mahayana-stage fighter. Your radar can detect targets a hundred miles away. My divine sense covers the entire globe. You call in a tanker while airborne. I pop a fasting pill and keep flying for half a year. Your air-to-ground missiles carry half a ton of explosives. My immortal-to-mortal missiles can destroy an entire planet. From the artillery fire of the Gulf to the turmoil of the Southern Continent, from the Blue Star to the vast galaxy, I freely spread my wings, soaring over the land, through time and space, and into the cosmos. I witnessed the white flag of the French, the clash of civilizations, and the rise of great powers. The one thing that never changed was my deep love for this blue sky. P.S. If an enemy aircraft ever makes it into our skies, I’ll quit and start selling coconuts (and coconut juice). This novel combines military fiction, sci-fi, cultivation, mature women, transmigration, and an alien invasion. It has passed internal review, so invest with confidence.