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.
Xuan Yang’s expression drastically changed when he heard Qin Wentian’s words. It was just as Qin Wentian had said: Xuan Xing had already suffered a fatal strike. The only reason Xuan Xing had survived was because the Xuan Emperor’s protective strand of immortal sense had activated.
Xuan Xing no longer had his immortal sense protecting him. If he suffered another full-powered attack from Qin Wentian, he would surely die, of that there was no doubt. This was also the reason why the Xuan Emperor had originally decided to destroy the God’s Hand. However, at this moment, the power emanating from Qin Wentian was sufficient enough to cause another life-threatening threat to Xuan Xing. How could he not feel alarmed?
The moment he’d shouted ‘What are you trying to say?’, Qin Wentian’s gigantic form had already moved. He was like a bolt of lightning descending the sky, containing immeasurable sword might.
Fast… so inconceivably fast.