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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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He didn't know where Jade and Rose were now, but he would make certain that the Dyon they came back to was one they could look up toward. 

Dyon tossed the spatial rings in his hand aside. He no longer cared about them. He didn't care how many resources they had or how helpful to him they might be. Instead, his mind was entirely focused on one thing. 

With calm, determined steps, he once more strode toward that highest attic floor. 

His steps were no longer careful. He could feel his bones fracturing with every rise and fall of his foot, but he didn't care. 

His back was no longer curved. He could feel the Realm's aura trying to make him lower his head, but he didn't care. 

His eyes were no longer dull. The whispers resounded in his mind, trying to make him give up hope, asking him why he was risking his life when so many depended on him living… but he didn't care.