The heavens were quiet that night.

No stars glittered in the sky, and the moon, once a guardian of the night, hid behind a veil of sorrowful clouds. The air was thick with the scent of blood and treachery. The grand celestial palace, once a place of divine order, stood tainted by the shadows of betrayal.

Lady Lu Xue Yao, known to the world as Lady Lu, knelt on the cold jade floor of the Heavenly Tribunal. Her long, flowing robes, woven with the essence of the night itself, were stained with crimson. Her once-pristine silver hair cascaded over her shoulders, dulled with the weight of betrayal. Her golden eyes, which once held the wisdom of the stars, now burned with the fury of a caged beast.

The celestial lords stood above her; their expressions unreadable. The Emperor of the Heavens, clad in golden robes embroidered with dragons, regarded her with a gaze colder than the abyss. His judgment had already been cast.

"Lu Xue Yao," his voice echoed through the silent halls, "You, the Goddess of Night, favoured by Buddha himself, stand accused of defying the celestial order. You have become too powerful, a force beyond our control. The balance must be restored."

Her lips curled into a bitter smile. "Balance? Or is it fear? You fear what I have become, what I have always been."

Whispers rippled through the assembly, but no one dared to speak against the emperor. Even those who once swore loyalty to her remained silent, heads bowed in shame or cowardice.

Among them was her own brother.

The weight of his silence pierced deeper than any blade. He stood at the emperor's side, his expression unreadable. His betrayal was the final nail in her coffin.

The emperor raised his hand, and a golden seal appeared before him—a decree of execution. "Lu Xue Yao, for the crime of disrupting the celestial order, your divinity shall be stripped, and your soul cast into the abyss. May you never rise again."

A roar of divine energy surged through the chamber as celestial chains wrapped around her body, binding her to the ground. Her veins burned as her power was forcibly drained, stolen from her by those who once called her kin.

The heavens wept that night.

The celestial lightning struck down, and in an explosion of divine wrath, Lady Lu Xue Yao, the Goddess of Night, was about to be vanished into the abyss.

But even as the heavens turned against her, a quiet promise burned within her soul.

She would return.

And when she did, the heavens would kneel.

But fate was not so easily bound.

A golden light erupted from nowhere. Gasps filled the chamber as an ethereal figure appeared—a woman cloaked in the fabric of time itself.

The Goddess of Destiny.

"You cannot kill her," the goddess declared, her voice like the echo of a thousand lives. "She is protected by one far greater than you."

A deep hum resonated through the heavens. The gods shuddered as a second presence filled the air—one they dared not oppose.

Lord Buddha.

A voice, neither loud nor soft, spoke within their souls.

"You have wronged my child."

The emperor paled. Even he, the ruler of the heavens, dared not challenge Buddha himself.

In that moment, Lu Xue Yao understood. She was not meant to die here.

She was meant to return.

The world faded into darkness as her soul was pulled away—not by the heavens, but by a power far beyond their reach.

The next time she opened her eyes, she would not be Lu Xue Yao, the betrayed goddess.

She would be Lady Luo, the last heir of the fallen Luo Clan.

And one day... she would return to the heavens not as a servant, but as a ruler.

In a secluded valley surrounded by mist-covered mountains, a child's first cry echoes through the ruins of what was once a great celestial family.

The Lu Clan, once rulers of the skies, now lives in exile. Their floating cities have fallen, their influence erased from history. The few remaining members are scattered, living in poverty, ridiculed as the remnants of a cursed bloodline.

Madam Luo, the last matriarch, clutches the newborn in her trembling hands. Her once-elegant robes are now patched and worn; her silver hair streaked with white from years of suffering. The birth should have been a moment of joy, but fear grips her heart.

The child's eyes gleam with an unnatural golden hue—the same eyes as her ancestor, Lady Lu, the one who was executed by the heavens.

The elders whispered in the shadows.

"This child is a bad omen."

"A reminder of our cursed past."

"The heavens won't allow her to live."

But before any decision is made, the clan's last surviving astrologer, an old blind man, speaks.

"She is our only hope. The heavens took everything from us. But through her, the Lu Clan may rise again."

Despite the murmurs, the decision is made. The child will be raised, hidden from the eyes of the celestial realm. She is given a name: Luo Yun Chang—a name that means "Eternal Cloud of the Luo Clan" or "The Unending Cloud."

Madam Luo holds her close, whispering, "My child, you were born into a ruined clan, but you will not die a fallen star."

Outside, the storm cloud's part, revealing a blood-red moon hanging in the sky.

A sign.

The heavens are watching.

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Don't need to read this. It's the copy what above is written because of the word limit setting. Mine was 270+ but it needed 500+

Sorry for the inconvenience 😔 🙏

In a secluded valley surrounded by mist-covered mountains, a child's first cry echoes through the ruins of what was once a great celestial family.

The Lu Clan, once rulers of the skies, now lives in exile. Their floating cities have fallen, their influence erased from history. The few remaining members are scattered, living in poverty, ridiculed as the remnants of a cursed bloodline.

Madam Luo, the last matriarch, clutches the newborn in her trembling hands. Her once-elegant robes are now patched and worn; her silver hair streaked with white from years of suffering. The birth should have been a moment of joy, but fear grips her heart.

The child's eyes gleam with an unnatural golden hue—the same eyes as her ancestor, Lady Lu, the one who was executed by the heavens.

The elders whispered in the shadows.

"This child is a bad omen."

"A reminder of our cursed past."

"The heavens won't allow her to live."

But before any decision is made, the clan's last surviving astrologer, an old blind man, speaks.

"She is our only hope. The heavens took everything from us. But through her, the Lu Clan may rise again."

Despite the murmurs, the decision is made. The child will be raised, hidden from the eyes of the celestial realm. She is given a name: Luo Yun Chang—a name that means "Eternal Cloud of the Luo Clan" or "The Unending Cloud."

Madam Luo holds her close, whispering, "My child, you were born into a ruined clan, but you will not die a fallen star."

Outside, the storm cloud's part, revealing a blood-red moon hanging in the sky.

A sign.

The heavens are watching.

Years pass, and Luo Yun Chang grows up in the crumbling ruins of the once-glorious Luo Clan. Hidden deep within the valley, their ancestral home is nothing but shattered temples and broken celestial artifacts.

From a young age, Yun Chang realizes her life is different.

She is never allowed beyond the clan’s borders. The elders whisper about her behind closed doors. Even among the children of the fallen clan, she is treated as an outsider.

But Madam Luo, her grandmother, remains her shield.

"You are the last flame of our bloodline. One day, you will understand."

Despite being isolated, Yun Chang is not weak. She studies ancient texts in the ruined library, learning about the past glory of the Luo Clan—the astrologers of the heavens, rulers of the sky, and guides of fate. She listens to the stories of celestial wars, of deities and emperors who once sought their wisdom.

But one tale always haunts her.

The story of Lady Lu, the ancestor who betrayed the heavens.

According to legend, Lady Lu tried to defy fate itself, and for that, she was struck down by the Heavenly Emperor.

"She was too ambitious. She reached too high."

The story lingers in Yun Chang’s mind, but something about it feels wrong.

One night, under a sky filled with falling stars, Yun Chang sneaks into the forbidden archives of the Luo Clan. There, she discovers something shocking—a hidden prophecy carved into stone.

"The dragon’s blood shall return, and the night shall rise again."

Her hands tremble as she traces the ancient words. Her birth was not a curse. It was destiny.

For the first time, anger burns in her chest.

The heavens did not just punish Lady Lu. They feared her.

And now, they would fear her once more.

As the anger surged within her,

a flood of memories crashed into her mind—her betrayal,

the fall of the Lu Clan, the heavens turning their back on her.

Her hands trembled, not with fear, but with an unshakable resolve.

She would restore the Luo Clan, reclaim its former glory, and ascend once more—to make the heavens pay for what they had done.

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Don't need to read this. It's the copy what above is written because of the word limit setting. Mine was 270+ but it needed 500+

Sorry for the inconvenience 😔 🙏.

Years pass, and Luo Yun Chang grows up in the crumbling ruins of the once-glorious Luo Clan. Hidden deep within the valley, their ancestral home is nothing but shattered temples and broken celestial artifacts.

From a young age, Yun Chang realizes her life is different.

She is never allowed beyond the clan’s borders. The elders whisper about her behind closed doors. Even among the children of the fallen clan, she is treated as an outsider.

But Madam Luo, her grandmother, remains her shield.

"You are the last flame of our bloodline. One day, you will understand."

Despite being isolated, Yun Chang is not weak. She studies ancient texts in the ruined library, learning about the past glory of the Luo Clan—the astrologers of the heavens, rulers of the sky, and guides of fate. She listens to the stories of celestial wars, of deities and emperors who once sought their wisdom.

But one tale always haunts her.

The story of Lady Lu, the ancestor who betrayed the