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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 · 奇幻
分數不夠
480 Chs

Chapter 412 The God of the Forest and the God of the Mountain (1/3)

The night had passed, and the Nanling Forests at dawn were eerily quiet. Orange-red sunlight pierced through tree trunks and swaying branches, glistening on dewdrops.

The tall ancient trees were covered with various fungi, mushrooms, and vines, while green, black, and yellow mosses draped every corner of the forest. Enveloping white mist mingled between all trees, gradually taking on various colors with the breathing of fungi and the forest.

The miasma, or rather, the language of the forest, echoed through the woods with the wind. The colorful mist symbolized death and poison to Humans, but in reality, it teemed with vibrant life; it was just that Humans were too fragile to understand the power of this complex language.

The forest was alive.

It sounded like a pointless statement; after all, trees simply don't move, and are alive by nature.

But Elder Man Cliff of the Avod Tribe knew that this was far from a pointless statement— it was an emphasis.