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.

[After more than a thousand years, has the Heavenly Ladder System finally completed its self-repair, ready to respond to the call of Humans?]


Glances fell upon the land, as the ancient True Dragons sighed: [If not for the Heavenly Ladder System restraining the most ferocious powers of the Calamity of Heavenly Fall, even with the protection of the Terra Dragon and the ancestors, this planet would have eventually turned into a desolate wasteland.]


[This system once saved everyone... may future generations not be led astray but instead use your power in its rightful place.]


Meanwhile, in the Dark Cloud Mountain Range.


The Glazed-Glass Dragon opened its eyes.


With a long cry, the Iron Blade Wing unfolded, and almost in an instant, accompanied by the shattering of the heavy mountain rocks, a stream of cyan light shot straight up into the sky, reaching the summit of the Dark Cloud Mountain Range.


Chapter 1827 - Chapter 367: Aether True Body of the Glazed-Glass Dragon