When the Immortal Wars ended, the Celestial Realms bled.

  A hundred thousand golden palaces shattered. Millions of cultivators perished. The Dao itself wept as the final Dao Emperor vanished into the void, sealing the heavens behind him.

  In his final breath, he scattered his legacy across the Mortal Realms—seven fragments of his Divine Core, known as the Starforged Echoes. Whoever united them would ascend beyond gods, beyond fate itself.

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  But such power was never meant for mortals.

  One fragment fell into the hands of a dying woman in a nameless village. She had no cultivation, no clan, no destiny. Only a child in her arms—and fire in her veins.

  The child was born as thunder cracked the sky and the stars wept rain.

  And in the heavens, an ancient voice whispered:

  “One day, even the stars will kneel.”