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 ancient Askheart Temple had experienced the passage of countless years, it exuded a quiet and peaceful aura.
Inside one of the treasured shrines, the reverend of the Askheart Temple sat on a praying mat with Qin Wentian in front of him. Beside him, a little novice buddhist monk was busying himself about, depositing jade slips and some tattered-looking ancient scrolls at the center between the reverend and Qin Wentian. These are all the valuable records kept by the Askheart Temple that had been handed down since ancient times.
"Master, they are all here." The little monk pressed his palms together and spoke to Reverend Tianxin.
"Good, Wuxin, you have leave to go for now." Reverend Tianxin spoke to the little monk. The little monk then nodded, he turned and bowed to Qin Wentian, "Sir Qin, Wuxin takes his leave."
"Many thanks." Qin Wentian smiled and nodded as the little monk left.