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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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What he didn't know was that the Ancient Battlefield was Dyon's constitution world. They were all essentially tenants in his abode. How could it be as difficult for him to fly as it was for them? Not only was Dyon stronger within the Ancient Battlefield than he was on the mortal plane, he was especially strong in his wills.

Just as Dyon was about to soar over and enter the city walls, the very entourage he had been expecting this whole time finally appeared.

At the helm, there was a middle aged woman with a mature beauty to her. Her hair was a delicate light red, almost to the point of being pink but not quite. Her gown fluttered like wings to her back and her pupils shimmered with an intelligent and soft amber.

Much like the others, she had dragon-like scales just below her eyes and upon her cheeks. However, they were far thicker and brighter than that of the commander below. In addition, hers were the same gentle red color as her hair.