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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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Don't

Violet slapped his hand away, her large brown eyes filled with fury. "All this time, I've never formally taken away your title as first place core disciple not because I couldn't, but because I care little for the title. Since you want to lose the last bit of prestige you have, I don't mind obliging."

Arthurian lightly leaped backward. "Come then, little princess."

"I don't need your invitation, dwarf."

When Arthurian heard this, his complacent expression darkened. What he hated the most was when people referred to his shortness. In a world where cultivators could reach up to seven, eight or even nine feet tall, where some people found it more convenient to report their heights in meters instead of feet, how could he be satisfied with his height? It was just another reminder that he had gotten the short end of the stick in life's lottery.

"You'll regret that." A long knife appeared in Arthurian's hand as his eyes reddened.