The Garden and the Stars
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Before you break the world… you must first return to the place where you broke yourself. Only then can you walk forward—unafraid to burn everything that forgot who you are.
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Dreamfield — The Garden That Burned
There was no wind. No breath. No time.
Only her.
Jasmine stood beneath a bleeding tree that grew from her soul—a place sealed away when the world no longer made sense, when pain had overtaken purpose. Its blossoms fell like ash. Each one was a moment she had tried to forget.
And now, they were falling all at once.
"You came back," said a voice behind her.
She turned—and met her own gaze.
Younger. Sharper. Rage burning like blood.
The version of her before Yun Che. Before the fall. Before love.
"You forgave him," her younger self accused.
"I remembered him," Jasmine answered.
"You let him touch you again."
"I let him in. Again."
"That's weakness."
"No," she whispered, stepping forward, "that's the only strength the world ever feared."
The garden cracked. The air pulsed. And from its center—light surged.
A single green orb hovered where the heart of the tree once was.
The Sky Poison Pearl.
One of the Seven Heavenly Profound Treasures.
It had not come to threaten her.
It had come to remember her.
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And in that moment, she felt the echoes of the others:
The Eternal Heaven Pearl, sealed and watching.
The Primordial Seal of Life and Death, humming with loneliness.
The Mirror of Samsara, stirring in slumber.
The Heavenly Netherfrost Sword, deep in the north, whispering.
The World-Defying Heaven Manual, hidden beyond dimensions.
And the Evil God's Profound Veins, pulsing inside the one man she gave everything for.
The Seven.
Their stories were not over.
They were just waiting—for this moment.
She stepped forward.
Touched the Sky Poison Pearl.
It did not reject her.
It wept.
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Sky-Rooted Throne Realm — Divine Assembly of Judgment
The world had stopped moving.
Beneath twelve floating continents, within a formation sustained by over 1,000 Divine Masters, Sovereigns, and sealed beasts, all watched with silent dread as two figures stepped into view.
Jasmine.
And Yun Che.
Alive.
Together.
"You called it betrayal," Yun Che said softly, his voice cutting through Divine Master barriers like silk across stone. "But it was always memory returning."
He did not release his aura.
He didn't need to.
The heavens themselves bent.
Jasmine stood beside him—hair wild, aura wrapped in red lightning, the echo of the Evil Infant still sleeping inside her.
And suddenly, above the gathering, the sealed formations around the Heavenly Treasures pulsed.
The Sky Poison Pearl. The Eternal Heaven Pearl. The Mirror of Samsara. The Primordial Seal. The Sword. The Manual. The Evil God's echo.
All began to tremble.
"They're resonating," whispered an elder.
"With them," murmured another.
Jasmine smiled.
"I'm not your Star God anymore."
"You're right," Yun Che said. "She's something older."
Something true.
The Void Judgment Array ignited. A barrier meant to suppress even True Gods.
It cracked.
Not from violence. But from remembrance.
Then Jasmine spoke.
"You feared us when we were angry."
"Now fear us… because we are in love."
And with that, the sky fractured.
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Heaven could not hold them.
The stars, long watchers of order, began to fall. Not from power. From shame.
As Yun Che took her hand, the ground beneath them became meaningless. Above them, the Seven Treasures glowed once—acknowledging, not yielding.
Divine Masters attacked.
Too slow.
True Gods summoned seals.
Too late.
Jasmine's aura burned in seven shades—each one a promise broken by the world and now returned with vengeance.
She was no longer just the Evil Infant's vessel.
She was reminder incarnate.
He was no longer just the Chaos Seed.
He was rejection turned divine.
And together, they were something heaven feared most:
Truth that could not be erased.
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As formations crumbled and legends shattered, the final seal above began to flicker—the one that housed the Mirror of Samsara.
And inside it…
A single reflection:
Yun Che and Jasmine.
Holding hands.
Smiling.
Unafraid.
And the world finally remembered why the gods once fell.
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