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.
The Bodhi Abbot stared at Qin Wentian while sighing in his heart. His palms were pressed together while he bowed to Qin Wentian, "Benefactor Qin, it isn't impossible if you want me to give you a recommendation for you to enter the western paradise. But have you ever thought that even if you controlled me and ensure that I didn't leak this secret, things might not go your way. The western paradise isn't an ordinary place. Benefactor Qin, why do you insist on acting like this, ignoring your own safety?"
Qin Wentian looked at the Bodhi Abbot. The abbot's gaze was clear, like he was truly worried about Qin Wentian's safety. Even though Qin Wentian could see through all illusions and deceit, he didn't see anything hypocritical about the abbot. It was like this abbot was truly concerned about him.