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.
“BOOM!” A terrible sound rang out, causing Qin Wentian to feel as though sharp knives were impaling his heart.
Fan Le had disappeared. As that foot stomped down, Fan Le completely vanished, nothing could be seen of him.
Qin Wentian’s eyes instantly turned red as he boiled with fury. Staring at that empty location, it was as though Qin Wentian could see the silhouette of fatty when he was younger.
“This fatty me, is a genius…”
“This fatty me ain’t lecherous, I’m just overflowing with universal love…”
That frivolous-looking face of Fan Le relentlessly flashed past Qin Wentian’s mind yet everything disappeared completely from his world with that might of a single stomp. That shameless fatty was one of Qin Wentian’s best friends, the one whom he had been acquainted with the longest. That was his dearest brother, who had always been supportive even to the extent of going through life-and-death situations with him.
Was he really dead?