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Ancient Godly Monarch

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.

Jing Wuhen · Eastern
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2053 Chs

Fearsome Poisonous Blood

Qin Wentian stared at Mu Feng in surprise, he could clearly feel the hatred and anger Mu Feng had in his gaze. It was as though Qin Wentian was nothing less than his most hated enemy.

“Are you mistaken? I believe this is the first time we’ve met,” Qin Wentian continued, he had no memories of Mu Feng at all.

Mu Feng’s aura hadn’t abated and soared to even greater heights after Qin Wentian words. The killing intent flickering in his eye grew more and more intense, seemingly burning like an undying flame.

“You guys leave first,” Qin Wentian added in a low voice. Right now, he felt exceptionally uncomfortable. The poisonous qi exuded by Mu Feng had already funnelled through his body, corroding him from within. Indeed, poison-users were truly fearsome opponents to fight against.

At this moment, Bailu Yi’s face began to darken. Upon seeing this, the killing intent that burst out of Bailu Jing wasn’t any less intense than that of Mu Feng. “STAY YOUR HAND!”