Deep within the Star Great Plane, the legend of the Starfall Ruins had endured for countless years. The ruins held the legacies of ancient powerhouses, making them a treasure trove every cultivator dreamed of. In their deepest reaches lay a legacy known as the Star Core, regarded as the greatest legacy left by any powerhouse in the Starfall Ruins.
As word spread that the Star Core was about to emerge, groups from every faction surged toward the Starfall Ruins. Among them were elites from the major academies, lone wanderers, and heirs of secluded families. Each had a different purpose, but a thirst for power burned in every heart.
Crowds gathered at the entrance to the Starfall Ruins, the atmosphere tense and heavy. Everyone secretly observed their rivals, trying to gauge their strength and intentions. They knew the coming struggle would be a contest of life and death. Only the truly strong could claim the Star Core's legacy.
"The Star Core's legacy belongs to me and no one else!" a young man in golden robes declared loudly. His name was Jin Yang, a top disciple of Heavenly Sun Academy renowned for his powerful fire-attribute origin energy. Behind him, the academy's disciples voiced their agreement, their eyes shining with confidence.
"Jin Yang, aren't you speaking a little too soon?" a cold voice rang out. The speaker was a woman in black robes named Ye Ying, a prodigious disciple of Shadow Valley. A trace of disdain lingered in her eyes; she clearly thought little of Jin Yang.
Beside Ye Ying, the disciples of Shadow Valley sneered as well. They knew her strength was unfathomable, and that she was a rare genius the valley might see only once in a century. Under her leadership, they brimmed with confidence.
"Hmph. You lot from Shadow Valley,