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.
Qin Wentian glanced at his surroundings. His silhouette flashed as he moved forward, wanting to see what this desolate stretch of area within the sacred academy contains exactly.
The space here was extremely vast and it felt very tranquil. There was an ancient castle before his eyes, held up by towering stone pillars around a hundred feet in size. This made Qin Wentian grasp a sense of simplicity, yet there also was a majestic aura from it. Especially so when considering the fact that this castle was in a stretch of desolation, there was also a sense of majesticness to it.
After entering it, he discovered a flight of steps leading upwards, heading up to the dome of heaven. Each ancient stone pillar exuded an imposingness. When Qin Wentian stood within the ancient palace, a sense of piousness filled his heart. This feeling was extremely marvelous and manifested involuntarily.