In the Province of the Nine Skies, far above the heavens, there exists Nine Galaxies of Astral Rivers made up of countless constellations interwoven together. For Martial Cultivators, they could form an innate link with one of the constellations, awaken their Astral Soul, and transform into a Stellar Martial Cultivator. Legend has it that, the strongest cultivators in the Province of the Nine Skies, were beings that could open an astral gate every time they advanced into a new realm. Their talent in cultivation was such that they could even establish innate links with constellations that existed in a layer higher than the Nine Layers of Heavens, eventually transforming into the heaven-defying and earth-shattering power known as the War God of the Nine Heavens. Qin Wentian is the MC of this story. How could a guy, with a broken set of meridians, successfully cultivate? There were countless Stellar Martial Cultivators, as there were countless constellations in the vast starry skies. What he wanted to be, was the brightest constellation of all, shining dazzlingly in the vast starry skies.
“Since your abilities can’t even meet the mark, get the fuck out of here.”
As the sound of Qin Wentian’s voice faded, an aura of extreme sharpness permeated the area. Ghaus’s eyes were like daggers, flickering with a glint of terrifying light.
How impudent was that? With a status of Grandmaster, Ghaus was used to being granted respect wherever he went, and today, he was actually lectured so harshly by a young pup. Abruptly, an overwhelming pressure gushed out from him, enveloping Qin Wentian within.
The others in the crowd were also stunned by the audacity of Qin Wentian’s remarks. Did Qin Wentian even have the capabilities to utter such words?
“Haha, how interesting. Not only has the White Deer Institute lost, it is now besieged by internal conflict.” Yan Tie grinned, malice written all over his face. He was more than happy for Qin Wentian to make a move. Only then would he have the opportunity to finish him off.