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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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Finally

An unknown amount of time later, Dyon groggily opened his eyes. He found that the Soul Tome was resting on his chest, but what he lay upon was a far cry from the hard, marbled floors of the third phase castle throne room.

By the time he readjusted to the bright lights, he recognized this room as the one he and Madeleine shared within the Demon Sage Tower.

Dyon sat up, rubbing his head. He felt like his head was being continually hammered from the inside out.

Because of his soul strength, Dyon had never been sick in his life, even when he was a mortal, so this feeling was truly novel for him. Maybe he was a bit too rash splitting his soul like that.

'Oh?' Dyon's eyebrows arched in surprise when he checked on his soul. It seemed to be 95% healed already. Could it be that he was asleep for almost 6 months?

Originally, Dyon had expected his soul to take about that amount of time to heal fully, but he didn't think that he'd sleep through most of that time.