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.
It was easy to add decorations to something already perfect but tough to send coal to others in snowy weather.
Today, the reason why Qin Wentian could stand upright in the storm was all because of the Divine Weapon Pavilion and the Emperor Star Academy.
This debt of gratitude, he would never forget it.
Luo Huan strolled forwards and arrived by the side of Qin Wentian as she smiled, “Good fellow.”
Luo Huan understood that from today onwards, the number of people who wanted to deal with Qin Wentian would be even greater.
But even if they wanted to send assassins, they also had to consider carefully.
In the Royal Capital of Chu, all powers would naturally have their spy network. Every movement of every single blade of grass would also be monitored. Hence, there was no way for someone to hide forever.