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Undying Warlord

Dilan, 21-years-old, was anything but ordinary. He sought adrenaline wherever he could. Life didn’t feel worth living on the small blue planet he was born on. However, it was a seemingly ordinary night on new year’s eve that everything changed! A raging storm manifested on the mountainside he had climbed on to feel free, to escape the ordinary world that bored him to death. And death was what awaited him eagerly as he was flung through the air, just to be pricked by an old, seemingly ancient tree trunk. Not even a miracle would be enough to save him anymore. But it was just at this moment that something much bigger than a miracle happened. Every single existence on the blue planet got connected to the Log of the Ancient, something most would label as “Status”. The ordinary and mundane world changed forever, turning into a bloody and merciless battlefield as the Primordial Ascension unsealed the shackles that weighed on the planet for millions of years. Mythical mana was unleashed, animals began to mutate, zombies emerged, and monsters known from fairy tales appeared out of Gates. Follow the journey of a man, who seeks adrenaline, who embraces pain, who overcomes death itself …a man, who will become an Undying existence! ** P.S Romance/R.18(any type of love yk) will start 250 earliest.

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Essence Cultivation technique

"So you're saying that not everyone might treat me as nicely as you do?" Dilan asked the Old Librarian after listening to one of the many stories he had to tell.

The Old Librarian considered Dilan like a long-lost friend and he told him everything Dilan could possibly want to know.

"Of course not. Most Cultivators have high self-esteem and they only want someone with perfect compatibility, demeanor, and the right amount of desire to learn the techniques they created and honed for the entirety of their life.

It's only obvious that you won't be able to meet everyone's standards!" The Old Librarian declared and Dilan agreed to that. It made sense that Martial Artists were looking for the best possible candidate to inherit their legacy.

However, even if most of the Cultivators, or Martial Artists, would be looking for the best possible candidate to inherit their legacy, it was a fact that their legacy was likely to perish the moment their Soul Shard and real body ceased to exist.