The realm of a villain, befits a known consequence.

As the colorful circular stone, spiraled into his head a sharp pain struck him. His eyes turned bloodshot, and veins popped across his neck, and the deep rapid breaths he took only served to shelter him as little as a paper in the rain.

The pain followed memories. No, more accurately visions.

Wu Long witnessed him, he saw himself atop a mountain, the darkened Heavens and their vicious lightning brightening his fearsome face. The previous charm of his, now reduced to a gory monstrosity. With scars, and wiggling flesh, all made perfect with the layers of enemy blood slashed across his face.

His long hair danced, like ten thousand crying dragons, whipping about with no end.

His eyes a crippling black and red, perfected to renouncing all light and good.

Before him was Ye Zheng, and three women.

Each of those women were unbelievable women, more comparable to Fairies than humans. Their clear skin, and dazzling features served to contrast Ye Zheng and his ordinary looks. Yet even as ten thousand sages roared the injustice of this cruel mistake, the women as if to reject the fact all showed brilliant intents all of confidence, and love towards Ye Zheng.

"Heavenly Demon Wu, you bastard as if it was not enough for you to plot against me, you dared harm Bai Yi! How dare you hurt my wife!"

Wu Long laughed, "Among the hundred's of naive women hungrily starving for your impotent crotch, what is one you brat?"

Ye Zheng frowned.

Wu Long sniggered, "Have you not told your wives? When we last battled I destroyed your Yang domain, and made you impotent! Hahaha!"

The women were startled, but Ye Zheng snorted, "Bastard Wu, your tricks serve no purpose. Through trick and chance, you've managed to Survive till this day! Today I shall rid you for the good of the realm of Murim!"

Wu Long chortled, "Since when was it the duty of a servant to dispatch the master? Ye Zheng, you are far too cruel, too cruel to bare! My heart may have blackened from the years, but even a thousand evils is bare faced in front of you. You've taken everything from me, everything I love! You've destroyed me, you've borne this disgusting me! There is no redemption, nor rescue for your cruelty! You may be considered the Taiji Saint, considered the hero and all good lord of Murim, but I know what you truly are! I have witnessed the horror you bring, not even the thousand lives that stain your hands and soul may wash the wickedness that sours your complexion! Oh, forever let your mind wonder, for a moment of reflection lay in wait a nightmare."

Wu Long leaped from the mountain, his black blade flickered in dazzling lights, taking a breathless chill like the abyss of the deepest hell. A blue grey like flame flowered in the night sky, transforming into Five dragons!

"Five dancing dragons!"

Ye Zheng snorted, he pulled out a large hammer and struck out.

A brilliant glow of gold, like the sun exploded out, soon followed by a chilling shadow.

"Yin Yang Domain!"

The gold and black, merged into a spinning dial, that encapsulated Wu Long. The Dragons were wrapped in golden chains, and they roared and fought. Yet the chains simply tightened, and the dragons died.

Ye Zheng pulled his hand up, "Yin Yang parallel extent!"

The light and dark merged into a beam that shot through the stiffened Wu Long, his brain had a pin hole sized wound.

He fell, to the ground. Without anything to carry him, from such a height his bones splintered into ten thousand pieces, and his organs flooded through the torn skin.

His eyes were a dull color, and his breath soon left. He would soon depart, the last sparkles of his horrible life would soon end.

Ye Zheng flowed disdainfully with his arms behind his back towards Wu Long. Wu Long simply glared at Ye Zheng.

Ye Zheng said, "I hope you repent in death, for both your actions and your hubris. You should have known your place."

Yet he soon then began to laugh, it was a stiff and hoarse laugh, like a sickly mans dull attempt. Tears peeled from his eyes, his eyes thinned as his vision darkened.

He said,

"Oh, how beautiful the moon is. How could the infinite wisdom of a thousand sages be missed, oh to cup a glass of wine, and to fearfully ask the stars, oh those who bare my heart to shine, but unmistakably the silence comes. To the flowers that bloom, may the sun cry, but even while the hands of life long to rouse the spirit, but the spirit has not doubts. Still the sun shall bleed, and the flowers shall fill the world. I ask for a taste, but I have no company, the wine is bitter, hence why still repair the sky, for the Heavens have since departed."

Wu Long continued softly, "Oh, for what benefit did life serve but to supply my wrath, but now in death, the memory of my loved one serve to accompany me. Even the hands of life may not starve my fate."

And then the life of the villain Wu Long ended.

At least what should have been...

Wu Long began to laugh. Tears had crossed his eyes, and his body quivered.

"The Heavens bare no respite."

He stood silently, hours passing without a mention. His eyes shook continuously, and he said softly, "Oh, for what benefit did life serve but to supply my revenge..."

...

When he had continuously been beaten in the future, while traversing he encountered a strange inheritance. Here he earned an Immortal Token, which could be used to ascend to the Immortal realm the true power of the Universe, this token was stolen by Ye Zheng. The world he currently resided in only developed martial arts, and was considered completely backward according to the inheritance he earned. Alongside the knowledge of the Immortal realm, and the Immortal token, he was made the official disciple of the Ancient Nightmare, an elder in one of the most renowned sects in the Immortal realm and made as a result his succeeder in that position. Everything was set for him, and even his martial arts became magical abilities that could cleave mountains and tame seas. Yet alongside him Ye Zheng found the corpse of the Ancient Nightmare's enemy and using that knowledge earned similar supernatural powers. As if guided by the Heavens themselves, each and every opportunity was plucked by Ye Zheng, from resources and even the remainders of Wu Long's own inheritance scattered across the plains.

Then while making a breakthrough, he sought advice from the Dao. There through some miracle he peered into some faint knowledge. Villains and protagonist's, machinations of stories. Yet according to the Dao, these concepts were all too real.

Yes, Ye Zheng was the protagonist of this world, and guided by the Heavens at every step. Meanwhile Wu Long, was a mere villain set to grow similarly yet eventually lose, and have everything stolen from him.

Protagonist's used the Heavens, while Villains fought the Heavens both gaining abnormal pace in terms of cultivation and strength.

Wu Long broke then into madness, and a

killed thousands upon thousands of people, and was as a result dubbed the Heavenly Demon. Only reaching sanity in his last moments.

Yet Wu Long now would not ignore them, he had sinned, he wouldn't try and pass off the blame.

No instead he bore the sins, and accepted them. His flaws, and his failures, he bore them openly so as to learn and continue in a better way.

Yes, Wu Long instead of again falling mad, now in the present with the knowledge of the future would surely improve himself.

He would steal from the so called Protagonist's and the so called Villains, and and take everything from everyone never leaving even scraps behind. Like a vindictive beggar, he would cherish and rob everything.

Yet first things first.

In the future, Wu Long after learning about the true nature of the world, sought a way beyond both paths. He didn't want to be under the Heavens, under it's will.

Even those who fought it seemed to be nothing, but fools in it's schemes.

He wouldn't trample the Heavens, as the Dao would never allow such a thing. He wasn't foolish enough to do such a thing.

Instead of serving the Universe or ruling it, Wu Long would plunder it.

He would make the Heavens his mistress, and the Earth his servant! The clouds his bed, the sky his drink, and the sun and moon his fruit.

Very quickly Wu Long, sank into meditation. The song of the Dharma rang along him, the Dao preached to him, and the ten thousand ways were opened wide.

He spent his time like that silently for 90 hours. When he was done he spat a fresh mouthful of blood out.

His eyes shone in excitement.

"A technique that neither fights nor obeys the Heavens, but makes it his own possession! Even the Dao is but my elixer!"

Wu Long calmed down, the excitement and emotions since obtaining his future was quite hard to suppress, yet he needed to bare in mind his situation.

He looked around the stuffy room.

He could only feel his mind numb, mounds of resources and weapons of absurd quality!

His mind spun, and he deduced where he was.

Hiding in plain sight fit his current situation. He was in the chamber of treasures of the Inverse Heaven sect.

Countless resources from Ancient medicines and herbs, to the best scriptures were in front of him.

Wu Long smiled, 'Master, you are above all others.'

Yet he then glared, he could not waste this opportunity.

He might have lived, but he could not forget the anger, he would never forget or forgive.