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.
Only to kill you
Zhan Chen, a Heaven’s Chosen from the Pill Emperor Hall.
Yang Fan, a Heaven’s Chosen from the Star-Seizing Manor.
Hua Xiaoyun, even though he was nothing, his elder brother was Hua Taixu, the number one ranked on the Heavenly Fate Ranking.
These people all hated him. And from Zhan Chen’s perspective, death was the best keeper of secrets, and he wanted to silence Qin Wentian for all eternity.
Maybe in Yang Fan’s eyes, it didn’t matter if Qin Wentian existed or not, but since they happened to meet each other here, he might as well finish him off.
If that was the case, this meant that he could no longer stay in the Moon Continent. Since he could no longer stay here, why fear?
“Hehe.” Qin Wentian inclined his head, laughing mirthlessly, as he saw Hua Xiaoyun’s protector dashing his way, “If you don’t wish for her to die, you had better stand there obediently and not move a muscle.”
“What has she got to do with me?” Hua Xiaoyun’s protector coldly replied.