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.
Outside the Battle Sword Sect, sword qi whistled through the air. Several people in the sect inclined their heads to stare at the sky, only to see a row of silhouettes riding on sword beams flying over. These were none other than the people who had gone to the Immortal Martial Realm.
Qin Wentian zoomed through the air, stopping only when he was in the air space above the Battle Sword Sect. Promptly a white-colored silhouette zoomed over, resembling a streak of white lightning as it rushed straight into the chest of Qin Wentian, rubbing its head on his chest unceasingly.
“Little Rascal, long time no see.” Fan Le smiled at the white puppy as he stretched his hands out, wanting to pat its head.
Little Rascal inclined its head and glared at Fan Le before opening its mouth, “Dam..nable Fatty.”