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.
When Qin Wentian returned to the inn, he saw Mo Qingcheng was standing by the window observing the scenery out in the street. When the soft and beautiful moonlight shone on her flawless countenance, she resembled a fairy that had been exiled from the heavens.
“Qingcheng, are you waiting for me?” Qin Wentian walked over to and stood behind Mo Qingcheng as he stretched both his hands out to embrace Qingcheng’s willowy waist. A gentle smile flashed past Mo Qingcheng’s face as her soft body reclined slightly, leaning onto Qin Wentian. However soon after, she suddenly thought of something as a playful pout suddenly appeared on her face.
“Spending time together for so long, engaging with the number one beauty under the heavens, you actually still bear to return?” Mo Qingcheng stated, her tone containing hints of jealousy.