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 bonfire, the roasting pile, the burned stones, the wooden racks for drying fish, and the rudimentary encampment.


A giant eel stone statue, entwined together, a pitch-black basin soaked with blood, scattered bone fragments around, and a slowly burning incense burner.


A few men desperate with hunger, a few women and children with longing in their eyes, a few elders grinding their knife blades, and a disabled native tied up nearby, blind in one eye, with a numb expression.


This is a scene not uncommon among the Great Redwood Forest Natives— a scene where an ordinary, small native tribe offers a blood meal to the Totem Master, just so they can survive.


Those natives, covered in snake scales and coral products, gnawed by hunger, were naturally members of the Tenglan Tribe.


And of course, the one tied up and to be bled for the sacrifice later was undoubtedly a prisoner and a sacrifice from who knows which tribe.


Chapter 111 For Hope (10/10)