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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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Dyon took a step forward, causing Aritzia's knees to tremble. 

"My Origin Source… What did you do to it?!" 

"Isn't this just the natural course? My Dao is stronger than yours, so yours was swallowed up. Did you really believe you were closing in to my previous strength? The people that I, Dyon Sacharro surpass, have no right to stand before me again!" 

Dyon's words were like a clap of thunder to Aritzia's mind. 

The last person he had spoken these words to was Chenglei. They were the same exact words, yet the status of the individuals who were victims to it were worlds apart. 

But, this was exactly the kind of person Dyon was. It didn't matter to him who stood before him. He would treat them all the same. His arrogance wasn't one that faltered depending on who he was facing. No matter what, his back would stand straight enough to pierce through the Heavens. 

Aritzia was just yet another victim.