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.
Seeing the great roc lifting the gigantic sword and wanting to smash it downwards, the spectators all turned breathless; their hearts felt as though they were about to leap out of their chests.
With this sword slash, even if Qin Wentian died here, the Pill Emperor Hall would never be able to wash away its humiliation for all eternity. The events that happened here today would find their way into the annals of Grand Xia’s history.
Countless silhouettes belonging to the Pill Emperor Hall appeared. They came from the other palaces and halls, or they walked out of the main Heaven Ascending Hall. All of them had dumbstruck expressions on their faces as they stared at the gigantic silhouette in the air. Their bodies all trembled uncontrollably from a primal fear stemming from deep within their hearts.
"WHO?!"