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.
Qin Wentian stared at Di Shi’s silhouette as a trace of vigilance flashed through those dark eyes of his. Although his comprehension of his first stone monument was exceedingly deep, he dared not underestimate an era-suppressing genius like Di Shi.
When he stepped into the second row of stone monuments earlier, he had already seen Di Shi on the third row. In the span of seven days, Di Shi had comprehended three stone monuments, yet he didn’t advance forward. Evidently, he also knew that he required more time to comprehend the power within each stone monument fully and digest it. Right now, since Di Shi had actually chosen to return to the second row, he naturally didn’t have any good intentions in his heart.
The astral light in their space transformed into a golden screen of light, enveloping Qin Wentian, akin to the light of the rising sun. He resembled a primordial great roc that exuded overwhelming power and a lofty air.