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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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He Alone

Dyon's head tilted toward the Crimson Legion below, struggling to block his rain of red spears. Every so often, the blue spear [Torment] would appear, knocking even Dao experts back with its might. 

"I'm not such a nice person, you know. This Shruti Empire happens to have a dear friend of my little cousin's here, yet your Crimson Legion is actually trying to push them into a corner. It's either you join me, or your brothers and sisters die." 

"WE ARE WILLING TO DIE!" 

The Crimson Legion roared up from below, not taking even a single step back. 

Dyon's eyes shone. "What good warriors, valiantly protecting their Commander. But why does it seem to me that so much time has passed yet your supposed allies haven't raised a single finger to help you and your Clansmen?" 

"You!" Eight's blood felt agitated. Or rather it would, if the odd little cauldron wasn't arrogantly bobbing above his head. Its ability seemed to make even his hot blood run cold.