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Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Earth has undergone an odd change. Expanding by millions of times its original size, its population was suddenly split into two halves. On one side, there was a group of technologically advanced humans. But, on the other, a world of cultivation had grown and pospered. The secrets that led to this change have been hidden in the darkness for too long... Until there came a day where a boy born on the Mortal side of the world was found to have the talent to enter the Martial side. Having lost both of his parents to a hidden tide, he chose to leave all that he had known behind and enter this land of danger. What truths would he unveil? What would he learn about what separated the Mortals from the Cultivators? What hidden evils wanted to ensure that his people never rose up and gained power? And how would those evils... deal with him? ---- This list of things I hate is quite long. The first is that I hate to be tested the most. The second is that I hate to be tested the most. The third also happens to be that I hate to be tested the most. The ocean's depths are too shallow, the sun's light too dim, the ground too mundane and the skies too small. For those born of this colorless world to deem themselves worthy of casting judgement on me... I can only say that it's laughable. I am the Nameless Immortal God because even the Heavens themselves are unworthy to name me. Even while I am unaware of my own identity, I will dry the oceans until cracked land is all that is left, I will cast the sun into endless darkness, I will shatter the ground with my feet and sunder the skies with my blade. Am I too arrogant? What right do you have to think that? --- https://discord.gg/awespec

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A flood of information entered Chenglei's mind through their soul connection. It was none other than Orcus' corpse refinement technique, [Lord Creator]. Though Dyon didn't bother to comprehend any of it, he had skimmed through its covers long ago. Memorizing a technique was as easy as breathing for him, even if it was of the Divine Grade. 

Chenglei was stunned into silence before his uproarious laughter shook the skies. As a wielder of Death God Body, how could he not understand the significance of such a technique? With it, his corpse refining abilities would be brought to an entirely new level. 

In the distance, the Shruti Army felt awkward, a deep shame taking root in their hearts as they listen to human and dragon chatting away with one another. 

They had just been scared out of their wits, yet the battle was won without them lifting a single finger. How could they feel anything but shame?