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

Soon, Elan fetched a small bucket of boiled and purified water.


By this time, Ian had roughly regained control of his limbs. After gulping down several mouthfuls of water, he urged Elan to return to his room and rest.


Concerned for his elder brother, Elan slowly closed the door to his room, and only then did the young man let out a long sigh before staring solemnly at his continuously trembling hands.


If it were purely a sensation of burning, Ian was not fearful.


His achievements as a Sand Armor Apprentice were noteworthy. Ordinary flames could hardly harm him, and he had overcome his fear of such pain and was therefore able to control it.


But the real issue lay in the abnormality of the nerves—from his limbs to his spine, from the inside of his internal organs to the tips of his fingers, an indescribably bizarre stimulation made it difficult for Ian to control his body.


Chapter 131 Self-Check (1/3)