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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 · Oriental
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2053 Chs

Chu Country’s Snow

Traductor: Lordbluefire

The banquet that lasted for months finally came to an end. Countless people of the thirty-three immortal realms all felt a faint disappointment as the scene at the Godking Palace vanished before their eyes. In the future, it probably wouldn't be so easy for them to see the Ancient Godly Monarch again.

After the banquet ended, everyone in the world felt that the curtains of a brand new era had just been pulled open. A new epoch just started, waiting for the people of the world to leave their marks on it.

On one morning, in the residential palace Qin Wentian stayed in, Qin Wentian, Mo Qingcheng, Qing`er, Beiming Youhuang, and Ye Qianyu were together as they walked out of the residential palace.

At the moment they stepped out, a snowy-white figure flashed and directly leapt into Qingcheng's embrace. Little Rascal's eyes stared at Qin Wentian as he spoke, "Wanting to leave me behind here? No way."