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. 

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Legend Of Legends: The Bandit King

<p>  His very presence alone was almost so all encompassing, yet at the same time it was almost as if he was made of something else other than qi. And that was what was really making Divyat extremely confused. The presence of this Celestial was all over the place, yet there was barely if any qi at all to be felt, it made Divyat feel a sense of wrongness that he just couldn't put a finger on.</p>

<p>"Zhurong…. The fire celestial and smith of the heavens.  My brother… where is he? You say he is a friend of yours." Divyat nodded his head, and then raised his head to look around a bit, but all he could see, all that encompassed his vision was the celestial in front of him. at a closer look on what he was seeing, Divyat could see that he was male, had golden skin very much like Zhurong, but at a much more deeper shade, and he too had flowing scripts on his body, along with tattoos, but ones that were vastly different from what Zhurong had on his.</p>

149: The Cradle III