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Above The Sky

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.

Gloomy Sky Hidden God · Fantaisie
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Chapter 266: You Thought It Was Electricity Beats Water, But Actually It's Earth Beats Electricity! (6/10)

Although the restraint between Sublimators wasn't like in a certain pet-raising game from Ian's previous life, where electricity overpowers water, and the ground defeats electricity... Patrick did indeed have special insight into dealing with Water Attribute Sublimators, and that was why he had always been calm and composed.

But the robust Earth Attribute Essence that Ian's sword brought forth instantly threw him off— all the tactical preparations had to be overturned, and all the preparatory measures were instantaneously rendered useless.

He only had time to raise his sword.

But how could such a simple defense possibly block Ian, who had long been prepared? The Heavy Abyss Iron Sword, though heavy, was as light as a twig in the young man's hands. It traced a constantly changing trajectory in mid-air, movements that ordinary people couldn't even see as Ian coordinated his arms, waist, hips, and thighs and leveraged the force from the ground.