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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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She tried to pull her sword out and strike at Dyon's head directly, but she found that her hand wouldn't move an inch. Dyon's hand was so firmly clamped on it that she found it impossible, no matter how hard she pulled, twisted, and even pushed, he wouldn't budge.

Just as she was about to circulate her energy, realizing the strength of her body wasn't enough, the necklace that hung from her neck was suddenly ripped away. Before she could react, a Presence akin to a Demonic Mountain descended from above.

Under everyone's eyes, Dyon wilted into a flower, disappearing into the wind as grey flecks of ash, yet, somehow Yandevere was struggling to breathe.

Her feet dangled in the sky, but she couldn't move to claw the invisible hand that hung from her neck away. The Presence was simply too fierce. It felt as though it was pouring into her veins, cooling the flow of her blood directly.