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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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Thinking to this point, Dyon told Veles his plan. Hearing this, Veles directly agreed. After all, much of the reason he was apprehensive was that face was a great matter in the martial world – especially in a clan of dragons. If Dyon came here, convinced him to give up his armies to his command, even though Dyon was technically the one to need help, one might think that Veles was nothing more than a dog on Dyon's leash. This solved that problem.

As Dyon continued to describe his battle tactics, everything from how he planned to use formations and the landscape, to his attack-radius formation and his communication arrays, Veles' eyes continued to widen and become brighter. He had never heard of such ingenious methods before. It was no wonder Dyon wanted to lead.

With that last bit of reservation out of the way, Veles felt content in the gamble he was about to take and Dyon was gratified that he didn't have to use his final trump card to convince this former friend of his.