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The Pantheon of Gods dethroned the Titan Race, ushering a new age called the Era of Gods.

In this Era, the Gods decided to create a new race in their own image and have this race serve them. This race was called the Mortal Race. However, in a twist of fate, these beings known as Mortals not only inherited the Gods' image, but also their ambition.

Thus, the Mortals who was once deemed as an inferior race by the Gods created a method of cultivating the world's natural energy to become Immortals and stand next to the Gods.

The Jade Immortal, the strongest of the Immortals, besiege the Pantheon of Gods and carved out a place at the summit for Mortals, allowing them to become one of the Divine Races, along with the God Race, the Celestial Race, and the Titan Race.

However, in retaliation, the Gods divided the world into the Heavenly Realm, and the countless Mortal Realms before casting all the Mortals down to the Mortal Realms. They then blocked their ascension to the Heavenly Realm and their path of cultivating to Immortality, by cursing their entire race to face a series of Heavenly Tribulations.

That event was a very, very long time ago. So long ago that the story was all but lost in the history of the Mortal Realms.

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'…I'm not as strong as you think Sol. I'm too weak to save the village, that's why I need you to leave. Goodbye son…'

After his father was murdered and his peaceful village massacred, Sol woke up to find a mysterious old man standing over him claiming to be his new Master.

“You want revenge, don’t you? I’ll train you so you have the strength to take it, but you have to become my one and only disciple first!”

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This coming-of-age story follows Solovin Iziah Solaris, a village boy with a mysterious past who is stuck between two Realms. Watch as he grows from a clever, but naive youth, into someone who has to shoulder the world.

The Growth of a Titan in the Cultivation World

Sol shook his head and tried not to think about his suspicions. Instead, he moved to the little girl's room.

He pushed the door open with a heavy heart and entered.

There wasn't much to analyze, it seems like the murderer spent less time here than they did in the woman's room.

But Sol did take notice of the little girl's expression.

Why would she be smiling in the last moments of her life?

"The killer must have been someone she knew."

He was then about to leave but a book on the nightstand next to the bed caught his eye. Or rather, its jarring title caught his eye.

Sol walked over to the nightstand, all while making sure to avoid the little girl.

She was also releasing a suffocating pressure that could likely kill or injure him severely if he got too close, which was shocking.

Chapter 117- Nightmare Fuel