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.
“This is impossible!” the Qi King howled after being momentarily stunned. The old man from the Violet Thunder Sect was frowning as well, he didn’t dare to believe this was real. How could that poison be so easily cured? The only chance of that would be if the Medicine Sovereign himself were to personally intervene. Although Mo Qingcheng was the Holy Maiden of the Medicine Sovereign Valley, she had just stepped into the ranks of a fifth-ranked alchemist after all. It was clear that with her current level of ability, there shouldn’t be any way for her to cure the poison. And as for Qin Wentian, although his talent was outstanding, he was just a disciple of the Battle Sword Sect, what did he know about poison?