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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

Ye Kongfan’s Hatred

Qin Wentian entered the room together with Mo Qingcheng, feeling the warmth from the currents of love flowing in his heart. After such a long period of separation, in addition to her almost dying and her amnesia, he was that bout of intense stimulus for Mo Qingcheng to regain her memories. It took just a single glance to trigger the memories of love between them. How could Qin Wentian fail to sense the depth of feelings that Mo Qingcheng had for him.

The two of them sat on the bed in silence, Mo Qingcheng leaned her head upon Qin Wentian’s chest. The two of them quietly enjoyed the rare solitude as well as the sensation of each other’s presence.

From the time Luo He brought Mo Qingcheng away from Chu to the Pill Emperor Hall, they never had the chance to quietly spend time in company together without worries any more.

Qin Wentian hugged her with no reservations, Mo Qingcheng only gently lifted up her head, staring at him intently as she whispered, “Dumbo…”