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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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King Uidah's temper seemed to flair, but he calmed it in an instant, knowing that his anger was useless. If he was going to die, he would keep his dignity as a King. In the afterworld, he would apologize to his Ancestors for his incompetence. 

"Almost 50 years ago, you slaughtered a Clan of innocents individuals."

"Innocent?" King Uidah spat to the ground below, a swath of blood following suit. "There is no such thing in the martial world. The Guatama has blood on their hands. You just aren't aware because you were a child." 

"Is that so? Then I guess this was your justification for murdering a Clan of people you once called family? How many of your concubines once carried the name Guatama? How many of your Clansmen carry Guatama blood even if they do not carry our name? 

"Did my grandfather not call you son? Did my father not call you brother?! DID I NOT CALL YOU UNCLE?!"