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

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Tu Leng instantly turned about and moved in the direction of Qin Wentian. Compared to Qin Wentian, a buried immortal was simply too dangerous, he didn’t have anyway to defend against them.


"Let’s join hands for now, or we will both die," Tu Leng stated to Qin Wentian. 


At this moment, the demonic qi gushing forth from Qin Wentian was akin to a demon king in recovery. His eyes were incomparably fiend-like as he stared at Tu Leng, and his countenance was exceedingly serene. "Oh is that so? You will die, but I will definitely not die."


"Have you gone crazy?" Tu Leng cursed. The silhouette from the back closed in, causing Tu Leng to be so struck by terror that his entire body turned cold.


"He isn’t crazy, have you seen clearly who am I?" a voice from behind him rang out. Tu Leng turned, he was now trapped between a rock and a hard place. He stared at the oncoming silhouette as he asked, "Who are you?"


"I am him, he is me," that person quietly replied.


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