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.
Qin Wentian stared at the air as he coldly spoke, "Which vile creature dares to speak before this king?"
The aura in the void churned wildly but no demonic beast replied. A moment later, numerous demon beasts descended from the skies, each from different factions. These demonic races were the strongest among their kind, exuding an overwhelming pressure. Naturally, there were also some demons who caused the crowd to stare at them in admiration. An example was the Nine-tailed Demon Fox Race. They were all in human-form and were exceedingly beautiful. This was especially so for the fox goddess, her beautiful aura and bearing was so intense that no other demons could match.
"Phoeroc Race, Sun Gold Beast Race. Seems like you guys treated my words like thin air." Qin Wentian coldly spoke. Even now, Little Rascal had yet to appear.