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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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To make matters worse, the very same qi that was stolen from them to cause their death in the first place was what was used to create them. Dyon and Chenglei's tandem hadn't lost any stamina or strength, yet in an instant, they created an army of millions. 

Black skeletons emitting dense black qi all simultaneously maneuvered an about-face. The clicking and crackling of bone sounded as the corpse puppets roared animalistically into the skies. 

This turn of events was simply too devastating, and it only became worse as the corpses began to reap one life after another, growing the number of their army. 

Refining corpses was supposed to take time. If they were used directly after their death, they'd be much weaker than they had been back when they were alive. However, Dyon had already reached the One with Self Realm of [Devour]… The technique became no different from clay in his hand.