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

The Blackbeard Captain felt puzzled, such a robust native should only have the physique that belonged to the warriors of the chieftain's bloodline; although natives with good natural talents were taken care of by shamans from a young age and nurtured with special food, which could result in such strong bodies.


But each of them was a warrior guarding their ancestral land, who would not leave Ivorybone Mountain easily. How could they possibly come to attack the city, to be consumed by the barrage of crossbows?


"Are they knives and grappling hooks? Are they planning to storm the city through sheer brute force?!"


Only when they got closer did Blackbeard finally see clearly what they were holding in their hands—plain climbing hooks. Using such tools to assault the over ten-meter-high walls of Harrison Port was not just laughable, but pitiful.


Yet for some reason, he felt a sudden tightness in his chest.


Chapter 71: Spirit of the Mountain Tide_2