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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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Zabia took a deep breath. "Dyon, listen to me."

Dyon eyes sharpened. He could tell that what Zabia was about to say was of the utmost importance to him.

"You can never go to that quadrant."

"Wha –" Dyon couldn't even finish his own sentence. The sincerity in Zabia's eyes told all. He meant his words.

After collecting himself, Dyon could only ask the obvious question. "Why?"

"Your soul talent.. Is simply too overwhelming."

Dyon had expected to understand a semblance of Zabia's meaning from those words, but he only came out more confused. What did his soul talent have to do with anything?

Zabia only shook his head before continuing. "If you believe that the Ragnors use of slaves was inhumane, the level my home quadrant reached would make the Ragnors look like saints, and the prime victims are people like you and your wife Clara."

For the next hour, Zabia began to tell Dyon a history of things that froze him to his seat.