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.
The Pill Emperor’s daughter, Luo He, had already departed the Mo Residence, yet the emotions of joy and happiness could still be felt permeating the atmosphere.
This was especially true for old man Mo and Mo Qingcheng’s parents. Their daughter had such a destiny, how could they not be happy?
“Xiaoyun, I really have to thank you,” Old man Mo politely said to Hua Xiaoyun, who was by his side. However, Bai Fei merely smirked as she heard his words. Thanking Hua Xiaoyun? If it weren’t for the fact that Mo Qingcheng really did have the talent, how could her esteemed teacher accept Mo Qingcheng as a disciple just to give face to Hua Xiaoyun?
Not only that, if it weren’t to honor Hua Xiaoyun’s elder brother, her esteemed teacher wouldn’t even have made the trip down to the Mo Residence.