Chronicles of the Fantasy Sky War

Year after year, seven years have passed in the blink of an eye. To this day, I have yet to witness Bai Yanfei breaking free of his shackles and flying that fast.

Nine years have passed in the blink of an eye.

It has a Food Wars! Vibe... Fighting, and then a bit of tsundere stuff... I get that feeling... But, there's a line in a certain chapter that says "before," does that mean Bai Yanfei was originally a resident of Gensokyo? Or, did he meet someone and then his memories were sealed?

Well, it's finally available! I've been following them from Jielu to Tiankong for quite a while now. I'm not good with words, so I can only wish Jielu and Tiankong continued success in their writing, bringing us your own unique fantasy world. And... Here's a thank you for your first subscription and donation (laughs).

Congratulations on your book's release! Please remember to balance work and rest. The donation is just a small token of my appreciation; I hope you'll accept it.

It was just described as an eighth-grade sword, then it became a ninth-grade sword... And there are several similar errors. The author's insensitivity to numbers is truly frustrating. P. S.: When the masterminds behind the scenes, including Zi Ma, appear together, their dialogue always reminds me of how to solve the Dream of the Red Chamber. PS2: I think it's easier to distinguish between Bai Yan in real life and Bai Yan Fei in the game. This mix-up almost made me think there were two main characters, one Bai Yan and one Bai Yan Fei.

This is a paraphrase of an article I stumbled upon once. After reading half of it, I was suddenly struck by its beauty and felt a surge of emotion. It was like drinking a sip of invigorating elixir... I felt so much more cheerful... Ah, well... I'm posting this... This piece is quite good... Lol... Don't mind the mix of classical Chinese and modern vernacular; I just didn't know what else to express at the moment. Text: "The emperor summons me, but I refuse to board the boat; I proclaim myself a wine immortal." I drink a pot of fine wine, dance a magnificent dance. Let us usher in a golden age, and dream of returning to the Tang Dynasty. The strong liquor had barely slid down my throat when a sense of exhilaration rose to my brow; my wild abandon reached the tip of my pen, and my poetic sentiment will forever remain in history. "Raising a cup to invite the bright moon, with my shadow, we become three." In years when one cannot find a confidant, one has not only one's shadow for company, but also fine wine. Wine, a thousand cups are not enough when drinking with a bosom friend; wine, let us drink away our eternal sorrows together. On this ancient road, at the long pavilion, I bid you farewell. I sing a parting song, drink a cup of sorrow, say goodbye, and offer my heartfelt wishes. The wine cup turns and turns; this wine is the tears of parting, the drumbeats before battle, the thread of a loving mother, and the affection of a departed friend. Morning rain in Weicheng, westward beyond Yangguan Pass. Drunk on the battlefield, heroes set out for war, shedding blood and tears. Fine wine reflects the resolute faces of these warriors. The wine in the luminous cup, a vibrant, fiery red, seems to burn itself out, leaving beauty for humanity; like leaping flames, like a phoenix weeping blood; like moths drawn to a flame, fighting only for the light. This wine is as red as a man's blood; this wine is as strong as a man's character; this wine carries the hope for national peace and prosperity; this wine prays for a full moon and family reunion. "After drinking wine by the eastern fence at dusk, a subtle fragrance fills my sleeves." On the Double Ninth Festival, I raise my cup to chrysanthemums. Their petals are slender, their branches delicate, much like Li Qingzhao's character—defying the wind and frost. Parting sorrows and longings, though they may not be unbearable, let us raise our cups to dispel our grief and express our yearning. Rain falls on Qingming Festival, and passersby walk on and on, braving the wind and rain, softly humming in solitude. Yet, they don't forget to drink a cup of fine wine, seeking warmth to dispel their sorrows. Asking a shepherd boy, they hear that after the darkest hour comes the dawn, and there lies Xinghua Village, a village of blooming flowers and fluttering wine flags. Sorrow and loneliness vanish, replaced by a radiant glow filling their hearts. Outside the window, auspicious snow falls, while inside, a red clay stove glows, and green-tinted wine is brewed. "Would you like a cup?" They ask. The newly brewed wine, its crimson flames reflecting the delicate, ant-like green of the wine, is exquisitely enticing. Invite one or two close friends to chat and drink. This wine is not a light, intoxicating drink, but a rich, warm brew infused with friendship, intoxicating both body and soul. "In Peach Blossom Valley dwells a Peach Blossom Hermitage, beneath which dwells a Peach Blossom Immortal. The Peach Blossom Immortal plants peach trees, and picks the blossoms to exchange for wine." "When sober, I sit before the flowers; when drunk, I sleep beneath them. Half-drunk, half-awake, day after day; flowers fall and bloom, year after year." Faced with the choice between fine wine and power, Li Bai preferred to be with wine and die amidst flowers and wine, rather than bowing and scraping before wealth and power. "Let us drink and sing, for how short is life?" Cao Cao responded to the historical question of "what can relieve sorrow?" With poetic words: "What can relieve sorrow? Only wine." Even a seventy-year-old man loves wine: "An old man of seventy still sells wine, a thousand jugs and a hundred jars at the flower-lined gate. Elm seeds by the roadside still look like coins, would you pick them to buy wine?" "If Heaven did not love wine, the Wine Star would not be in the sky." If the land did not love wine, there would be no wine spring there. Heaven and earth both love wine, and loving wine is not a disservice to Heaven. Three cups lead to the Great Way, a jug of wine brings one into harmony with Nature. Under the historical sky, before this beautiful time and scenery, let me drink a pot of clear wine and compose another magnificent chapter.

As the title says!!! I'm practically bursting with urges!!! 👍👍

I'm already giving up my 9 recommendation votes for Gensokyo before even reading it! Hopefully, there won't be any cross-dressing or anything like that – it's too annoying! Good luck, author!

Are there any other similar books, like those on "Online Games and Anime"?