Anone

Divyat like most people born into his era was ordinary, he was destined for nothing more than mediocrity. yet he wished for so much more than what his life could offer him. 

With an unattributed spirit root, there was only so much he could achieve on the road of cultivation, yet it was a road he was more than willing to walk on, crawling every inch of the way to get the power he craved, even if his end seemed predetermined and limited.

Then one day tragedy struck, the sect and the family that he loves and loved him back in return was attacked and awash in flames before the dawning of a new day. In his bid for survival Divyat ended up accidentally Killing a nature spirit, one responsible for the balance of winter and wind, absorbing it's power and becoming a new avatar of nature, a mortal deity in and out of itself with power over elements.

But a boon as good as this, is not worth anything without your loved ones to share it with, so instead Divyat will use it to get his revenge and should anyone get in his way, he will freeze them to cinders, because when a man's heart has gotten cold enough; even the world itself will burn from it. 

Cover is not mine and was taken off the internet.

Legend Of Legends: The Bandit King

The Dai clan estates was quite expansive, in fact to Divyat it might as well have been a city of its own. He had arrived with his team and was undergoing registration, there were ten other tables that had members of the calm all taking in the prospective son in-laws. Never the less Divyat made his way forwards while his team blended into the crowd of onlookers, he expected that things would get a bit wild soon enough, he needed them well hidden, but somewhere close where they could all have access to each other.

"name and affiliations please?" the woman in charge of taking in new prospective son in-laws asked him. As he stood in front of her.

"Bai Divyat, bandit Boss of the Winter spirits bandit group, son of Zeres the Devil, affiliated with Zeres's bandit group." The woman nodded her head and proceeded to ink his name onto the parchment in front of her. She filled out a couple more entries, before handing Divyat as plaque that read. 4937.

128: The Ashura's Hand