Awespec

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?

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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?

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Dyon's blood rolled, agitating and boiling in his anger.


A man tried to do something for the greater good of everyone, and he was rewarded by being stabbed in the back by pathetic cultivators who couldn't hope to beat him on their own. Were these the type of people who transcended? Were these people really worthy of opening a path of cultivation of their own? Was the universe really so unfair?


Dyon made a silent vow to himself. 'If I ever meet those who did this to you… I'll kill them in your stead!'


That said, it made sense that Patriarch Pakal didn't know where such powerful experts had come from. This quadrant had completely forgotten about their Epistemic Tower. Dyon had little doubt that the other quadrants were laughing away while watching the self-destruct.


Dyon couldn't help but remember the motto of Focus Academy… 'Everything by absolute sympathy or absolute strength.'


There was no sympathy here. Dyon needed strength.


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