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.
Arrogant, tyrannical.
Everyone initially thought the person who acted was the Medicine Sovereign. They didn’t expect it was the old man standing beside him instead. But this man was now exuding an aura unsurpassed amongst the crowd.
“Try saying it again?”
The cold tone of his voice contained a terrifyingly sharp killing intent, stirring up a raging wind that permeated the atmosphere. His words weren’t to ordinary people, but rather were to an elder-level character of the Royal Sacred Sect. One must know that elder-level characters of the Royal Sacred Sect were all lofty top-tier figures in the Royal Sacred Region.
Yet when that old man said such a sentence, nobody dared to doubt him. Because that incomparably terrifying killing intent had intensified to a point where everyone was involuntarily trembling from fear. It felt as though as long as that elder really did say that one more time, he would truly kill him where he stood.