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.
In the early hours of the morning, the Bai Clan was extremely quiet. The residence was filled with people busy with their cultivation.
In the courtyard Qin Wentian was in, he was currently flipping through ancient scrolls. His attention was completely focused on them.
Footsteps rang out. Mo Qingcheng slowly walked over. Qin Wentian turned to glance at her with a gentle smile on his face. A faint blush tinged Mo Qingcheng's face; her skin was as light as water, her features flawless.
"What are you looking at?" Walking to Qin Wentian's side, Mo Qingcheng stared at the ancient scroll he was currently reading.
"Formation arts. Although I'm somewhat proficient in divine inscriptions, immortal formations are too just too profound. I need to inscribe an immortal-ranked grand formation here in the Bai Clan just to prepare for the worst," Qin Wentian replied.
"Mhm." Mo Qingcheng nodded lightly. "Go ahead. I won't disturb you then."