After a thousand turbulent years of hardship, humanity in the space age entered a new era of civilization. Yet just as a new empire was founded, a group of mysterious astrologers foretold the day it would meet its end. New history unfolded across a vast astrological chart. In the end, darkness covered the entire chart, with only a tiny red dot, seemingly on the verge of being snuffed out at any moment, stubbornly flickering in the dark. Millions of years from now, who will become the flame that sets the entire dark starry sky ablaze? A child living in a remote rural village once led a carefree life, until the emperor, far away at the heart of civilization, fell in love with the child’s older sister and took her away. What seemed like an insignificant story changed the child’s fate, and rewrote the fate of the entire empire as well.
I read it for ages and still didn't understand it. Isn't this science fiction? It's poorly written and lacks focus.
It feels like a combination of Star Wars and Eastern elements.