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

"It will. But you underestimate your own reputation. Lady Wotu is also an alchemical scholar; she naturally knows your name."


Bishop White Mist spoke succinctly, "They are here for the 'Carapace' left in the 'Great Redwood Forest.' But that is merely the surface."


"Their true purpose is to find a 'Prophet.'


Ian repeated the term expressionlessly. Having been exposed so many times, he was no longer fazed by such matters. Even if the Huai Guang Church had long deduced that he was the Prophet, he wouldn't show the slightest change in emotion.


He paused like any other ordinary person, as if processing the 'shock' brought by the term, and then said, "Never thought I'd be somehow connected to a Prophet."


A glimmer of phosphorescent white light lit up in the eyes of Bishop White Mist. He gazed deeply at Ian and replied with equal calmness, "Indeed. Never thought so, huh."


Chapter 100: Local Sects Have Their Limits... So We Must Surpass Humans! (5200)_2