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.
"Acting on behalf of others?" Feng Wuji laughed. On this island, such people were truly rare. In addition, all their fates were extremely miserable.
Qin Wentian sat there, he inclined his head and stared at Feng Wuji and the beautiful female beside him before turning his glance to those of the Mo Clan who were kneeling. The people in the surroundings all had looks of reverence in their gazes. He instantly understood that the beautiful female was none other than Feng Qingyu.
"Since this is the case, the fate of that little lass, would be even more miserable." Feng Wuji had a strange smile on his face. His eyes raked through the people of the Mo Clan as he coldly spoke, "All of you, well done. You actually recruited someone to defy us?"
"Young Master Feng, please spare us!" Old man Mo's body was trembling from fear as he prostrated himself.