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.
"Seems like you guys have really chosen to wait for your deaths," Qin Wentian coldly swept his gaze over to everyone. The aura of his attacker was extremely violent and the attacker smiled in disdain, "Even before I die, I will make sure to take your life first."
"You want my life?" A expression of ridicule appeared on Qin Wentian’s face. "You guys are sitting here waiting for death. While I’m trying to comprehend the mystery of this place alone, but what’s lamentable is that you bunch of trashes who have nothing to do actually wanted to vent your anger and frustrations on me. How laughable is this? If I die here, just based on you guys, you all will join me sooner or later in death."
"Stop your bragging." That person’s countenance was cold. He stared at Qin Wentian and stepped out.