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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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The inhabitants of the Royal City paused their work to find a good spot to watch the show. Just as they expected, how could that young lady allow Zaire to rampage around as he pleased?

As for the older generation, they hardly cared. As was the way of the Dragons, they left the matters of the younger generation to the younger generation.

It was at this moment, just as Zaire's voice was booming and echoing throughout the planet that the sound of slow footsteps filled their ears. This matter was incomparably mysterious, how could it be that such soft steps could overwhelm the sounds of a demon qilin's booming voice? Yet, that was exactly what they experienced.

Zaire's expression turned serious, his haughty bravado turning down a half measure as his eyes slightly reddened. It wasn't out of fear or rage, but rather battle intent that pierced the heavens.