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

"In fact, the Primordial Seed does not exist."


As he began to speak, the old Knight's words immediately shocked the boy.


Gazing deeply at Ian, who was in the process of Primordial Condensation, Hiliard calmly said, "It is false, illusory, and only exists within our imagination."


"But, Teacher, didn't you emphasize so many times that the foundation of sublimation is the Primordial Seed… Am I not in the process of condensing it right now?"


Feeling confused, Ian immediately asked, his face showing puzzlement, "How exactly should this be explained?"


In response to the boy's confusion, the old man simply raised his hand, pointing to his own face.


As Ian's gaze focused, the muscles and skin on his face writhed, and soon returned to the form of 'Ossenna'.


"This is both real and false. My skin, muscles, and blood can create a myriad of different faces. If others believe that this is real, then they would never be able to discover the real me."


Chapter 61: Borrowing falsehood to cultivate truth