Gloomy Sky Hidden God

The first star that passed away extinguished two thousand years ago.
Four hundred years later, the mysterious Calamity of Heavenly Fall destroyed the civilization of the previous era, returning thriving cultures to ignorance.
Since then, stars gradually vanished, the Firmament grew dark and dim, and a new civilization rose from the starless wilderness, flourishing once more.
Yet, what accompanied this were war, death, destruction, and hatred.
The flames once aimed at the Firmament were used to slaughter the people of enemy nations, and the raining clouds once engineered to alter deserts were turned into floods that engulfed the land.
Humans once again began to kill each other for wealth and power... but no one looked up at the sky.
They lost the Guidance of the stars Above the Sky, forgetting the awe of gazing upon the Milky Way.
They were all prisoners.
One thousand six hundred years after the Calamity of Heavenly Fall, a young child awakened memories of his past life.
He wanted to break the Cage, to throw off the shackles.
He wanted to become a star.
To return to Above the Sky.
"I don't care about how the people of this world live, whether they're well-fed or not, whether they can dress warmly or live comfortably, whether they have dreams or hopes. I don't care about their loves and hates."
"I just want to go Above the Sky."
——Ian.

Above The Sky

——Conscripted service, continuous enlistments, grand construction, and extreme luxury.


It is said that during the reign of this emperor, every man over the age of sixteen in the Empire had been conscripted into service at some point, and he had also erected an unprecedentedly grand palace in the Imperial Capital, the likes of which had never been seen or heard of in other nations.


Beyond this, he was a warmonger, amassing over a million soldiers at Steep Ridge Fortress, Fiery Flame Land, Ushetaraf Mountain Range, and the Karan Mountain Range, forcing even the Azure Sky Royal Court in the east to retreat to the Zhuxing Plains.


Not only did he strike fear into the hearts of his own people, but other nations also trembled before him, like a black sun dominating an era.


Upon hearing this epithet, Hiliad fell silent for a moment.


Then, he sighed lightly, "He was neither the Black King nor a tyrant."


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