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 ahead. This demon sword was truly proud indeed, this was a point which he knew long ago. Back then when he tried to pull out the sword, without using his blood to feed it, it was basically impossible. This demon sword was even more arrogant than humans. Qin Wentian had never met such arrogance in humans before, let alone a sword.
"This sword is extraordinary, it should have a shocking origin," Qin Wentian mused. If it’s origin was ordinary, how would it dare to resent that the heavens are too low?
"Don’t worry, I won’t dishonor you. However, do you intend to follow me like that in this form?" Qin Wentian asked in a faint voice. The demon sword was a thousand meters tall. How can he wield it easily?