Jing Wuhen

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. 

Ancient Godly Monarch

Lordbluefire

Outside the Royal Tomb, a sea of experts gathered, yet no one dared to step within.


How vastly powerful was ancient Grand Xia? The Royal Tomb was the burial place for powerhouses like the past emperors of Grand Xia, How could this sacred place allow others to blaspheme it? There were no doubts that this place was littered with dangerous traps.


The Ouyang Aristocrat Clan, Shi Clan as well as the other transcendent powers all gathered their members and prepared to be the vanguard, being the first to step into the Royal Tomb.


Right now, the gaze of the Ouyang Clan Lord shifted onto Yun Mengyi and the rest. His countenance flickered with as an unknown light flashed in his eyes. The Royal Tomb was opened by these people? Also, they obtained the Seven Slaughters Puppets from here. In that case, are they aware of the locations of the dangerous traps?


“Let’s go in.” At this moment, Yun Mengyi spoke in a low voice as she stepped forwards in the direction of the Royal Tomb’s entrance.


Grand Xia Has Already Fallen