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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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Anger

However, one death still became ten, and ten became a hundred, and a hundred became two hundred.

The lives of essence gatherers were reaped with such ease that even Elder Bowa felt a shiver creep up his spine. This was because he could tell that Dyon wasn't using strength that surpassed the normal realms of an essence gatherer!

Despite having a celestial body, Dyon purposely held his strength back, relying solely on his comprehension of the techniques to power him. At that moment, he was a true early stage essence gatherer, yet he reaped the lives of those at his cultivation level so easily… This was the power of having techniques to rely on!

During his whole journey thus far, Dyon had never had any attack techniques to speak of. Yet, as he climbed deeper and deeper into his comprehension, he suddenly realized how stupid he had been to ignore this facet of cultivation for so long. If he wasn't so focused, he'd be tilting his head back, laughing at the heavens.