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.
Atop the platform, Luo Huan was still suppressing 4th Night. The spectators could see that she had no intentions of letting go. Despite her beautiful countenance, the spectators couldn’t help but feel a trace of coldness creeping in their hearts, does she really want the life of 4th Night?
Being suppressed for such a long time, 4th Night should be suffering from asphyxiation.
“He has already been defeated, why are you not letting him go?” Sikong Mingyue cast his gaze onto Luo Huan as he icily spoke.
“I’ve not heard his admission of defeat.” Luo Huan laughed, “what happens if he attacks me after I release him?”
The cold glint of light in Sikong Mingyue’s eyes intensified, but Luo Huan’s actions were not against the rules. However, the extent of her suppression was such that 4th Night didn’t even has a chance to speak.