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

A beam of sunlight, piercing through the cracks of the rocks, fell upon the newly excavated nest inside the mountain belly.


The newly built Dragon Nest was somewhat rough, with a huge amount of dust swirling inside it due to the wind, even forming a tiny foggy vortex at the entrance.


The sunlight shone through this dust storm, illuminating the belly of a True Dragon lying supine in its own nest—the wind in the cave was its breath, which, in the act of inhaling and exhaling, naturally generated a tornado.


It was vaguely recognizable that the skin and nearly translucent scales of this True Dragon did not possess the toughness usually found amongst its kin, but instead carried a hint of newborn tenderness.


But should anyone deem it as fragility, they would be severely mistaken, because there was a shallow Spirit Energy Shield flowing on the surface of those tender scales, seemingly as soft as water but in reality, tens of times harder than steel.


Chapter 75: The Key to the Underworld's Gate (7100)