Legendary powers befalls those who suffer.

There existed a legend in the ancient realms of Heaven and earth, very close to the primordial origin of existence. Still awash in the natal dawn of creation, life was rather fickle and weak. Humans alongside the other ancient races pondered upon the way, and ten thousand ways awoke.

Granted the celestial lights, these beings crossed the yet unknown threshold that bordered learnt. As the explored the myriad realms, and their own bodies, they each earned Daos. One human named Chu Yan, an exceptional genius. He unlike his brothers who observed tranquility and knowledge, he instead sought power and chaos. His hands touched whatever they could, never fearing trampling on Heavens pride and voyaging into the sickening realm of demonism.

As such the first demonic cultivator was born, comparative to his brothers and the other races he was too fearsome and cruel. Once he was strong enough his experiments went past humanity, and delved into madness.

His Dao brokered a true madness that sent the Heavens into Chaos.

As soon as the forces of Heaven united and struck him down, he had unfortunately failed to succeed a true manner. Yet at the final brink of thought, as his time split into an ageless tempo. A million ideas splintered and shook about.

At last the supreme device to shock Heaven and Earth, and scar the universe itself was born.

The Demi God Semi Devil pill.

Why not a full God?

Why not a full Devil?

Why not a Devil God pill?

The reason they were half and half, was because should they be they would as a result be under the law of Heaven. It had an innate limitation and weakness. The Demi God and Semi Devil pill brokered a reaction that was an impossibility. A man with no destiny could rob the Heavens.

Yes with this even the ill fated Wu Long could ascend beyond all battles.

Yet as he read the description of the items he couldn't help but tremble.

'What the hell was this bloody bougie list? Nakwong root, Carnal tuff, Yaol Swekt soot, dragon God emperor blood, nucleas and heart, demonic king flames and source, God King aura, god King heart and nerves. Devil king heart, and Devil king organs. The Nine ills and the nine godly medicines. The demented seed of the world tree. Heaven Trampling monkey eyes, and dantian. The alchemists blood essence and soul 90%, Dao trampling and Innate Dao bones, alongside 100 Dao grade, and 1000 Saint grade bloodlines, all spiritual roots at Immortal rank. Might as well not have made this shit! How am I supposed to get this stuff when even in the Immortal realm these are all sought after, not to mention the extremely powerful creatures you want me to fight to get their bodies.'

Almost instantly Wu Long forgot completely about this damn medicinal pill. It wasn't just that the ingredients were absurd, the point most important was that he could only make it due to the nature of the pill, and the recipe meant he literally had to die to create this only for some other bastard to get it.

Wu Long felt so angry he wanted to carve his brain and dig out that damn information, and toss it away. It was only the one remnant belief in this outlandish medicinal pill that stopped him from going mad, the belief stemmed from the medicinal pill being extremely easy to make. It was just the ingredients...

Just then a sound rang in his head.

No words spoke, but an idea filled his mind.

"What? If steal the love of Ye Zheng's wives I can get the Dragon Emperor organs I need?"

A sudden belief filled his mind.

Wu Long quickly attached this idea to that orb that entered his mind, and somehow managed to awaken his memories.

As if to acknowledge this, a rainbow colored lotus began to form on his forehead. Shuffling between colors, and eventually becoming a dark crimson that seemed to snuff out all belief.

Wu Long began to ponder.

"Stealing Ye Zheng's wives is comparative to defying fate, and the Heavens power over me will weaken, while their support of Ye Zheng will increase. It's dangerous indeed. Yet this orb inside me seems to indicating it's support in such an affair. Well not that I mind, I affirmed such a belief previously. Yet I cannot allow some object within me to command me, who's intention I cannot trust!"

Wu Long began to chant some mantras. A golden aura coalesced upon his body.

From his eyes two golden beams shot out.

A Golden apparition, sitting on a Nine leaved lotus, that resembled him greatly, appeared. With a dancing head of hair that was dashed with crimson in the absolute obsidian color, with a blinding white crown made of ten thousand forks of lightning that rose into the air against the will of the Heavens around his head . Eyes crimson as if bathed in the blood of thousands, with it's pupil was darkned by an impenetrable shadow. It had six hands. Two hands were interlaced in a meditative Kalesvara mudra. The remaining two pairs of hands held weapons or tools. The top right hand held a long black sword, it had chips throughout it, and carried a golden crown at the hilt which remarked a regal majesty. The Top left a red colored book with an veined eye on the cover, it radiated an uncouth air and twitched as the pupil rolled through and fro. The bottom left held head by the hair, the head was heavily decayed and it was extremely difficult to comprehend who or what it originally was. The Bottom right held a pot of milk colored liquid.

Spinning, a rainbow colored pellet the size of an eye, could be seen atop his Dharma idols hands which formed a mudra.

Mysterious runes were drawn with exquisite mastery atop the bead, and as a result Wu Long felt his head spin as his inept level of comprehension seemed to he engulfed by a sea of thought.

Although it had been only a short while since this bead had entered his soul, and touched upon his Dharma idol, it's runes had even begun to seep and possess his Dharma Idol.

No force was kind, no peace without blood, Wu Long never believed in fortune. Ye Zheng gained the fortune of Heaven and not only displaced all those who had malicious intentions towards the Heavens, but eventually would be devoured by the Heavens for nourishment. Similarly even his own inheritance from the Ancient Nightmare came with it's deadly shortcomings, that old bastard had forcibly made a soul contract such that he had to do certain disgusting things to some of his enemies.

Each person, even himself was cruel and greedy, nothing would just be bestowed. This rainbow colored bead, it seemed to provide him with unbelievable fortune and chance, but Wu Long couldn't trust it, and with it's influence growing not only physically on his Dharma Idol, but similarly on his psyche as he had noticed his increased cultivation speed and comprehension ability, not to mention the unbelievable items the bead offered him, he had to quickly resist and remove this bead.

He would never be controlled by anything, not even fate, not to mention this mere bead.

His hands stretched forward, and sensing his intentions the bead began to spin faster and faster, such that a deafening whistle sounded out. Wave after wave of colorful energy spread outwards, wrapping upon Wu Long's arms, slowly the force began to peel apart his arm.

Even as pain from his hand been torn apart racked his mind, his hand moved forward.

Yet the bead continued faster and faster, reaching a point where all sorts of colors began to fill the world.

Sensing danger Wu Long commanded his Dharma idol. The Mudra began to glow in a golden light and wrapped around Wu Long and the bead. The sword in his top right hand came swinging down, meeting a multicolored barrier. The sharp cry of metal peeling against metal rang.

The Dharma Idols eyes sent two beams of crimson light, that assaulted the bead, flying past the barrier.

The head in the bottom left hand began to spew black smoke.

The bead hummed, as it was assaulted continuously from all sides.

Wu Long began to make a few magical symbols with his hand.

Although he couldn't use magical abilities yet as he hadn't developed a Dantian, he had inner Qi. Although there would be damage to his lifespan, comparatively it wasn't much. In the end he could only draw 20 years of Inner Qi, causing his head to begin to show signs of greying, and his bubbly white skin to become leather like and lustroustless.

"Deeper level Phantom Seal! Median level Flame Serpent! Median Level Shadow boon!"

Three colors splintered from his finger, and dashed towards the bead.

The coiling crimson serpent crashed into the already struggling barrier of colors, which once struck began to become stronger and more vibrant, but the bead much dimmer.

As the crimson red was beginning to fade, tendrils of darkness wrapped around, and as if the greatest fuel crimson black flames rose around the barrier and devoured it instantly.

Finally a ghostly seal with ten thousand letters sunk into one prominent character of "Wang" sank into the bead. Alongside the countless lines from the book covering and dulling the bead further. To act as an extra measure, Wu Long sent the now quiet bead into the jar of milk like liquid.

Wu Long coughed a mouthful of blood. He had a crooked smile. He couldn't believe the strength of the bead. Although he had felt it having been severely weakened due to recovering his future memories, and additionally it must have been here for countless years and had lost much of it's energy, yet it still cost Wu Long his lifespan to finally defeat it.

Wu Long sighed, although the matter of his lifespan wasn't an issue due to his future cultivation, but at the moment he felt out of it and needed to sleep. Without delay, he retracted his Dharma Idol, and fell asleep.