The joke.

After a full day of sleep, Wu Long awoke. His eyes dashed with strokes of red, and his expression dull.

He rubbed his forehead, the expense of his life span not only aged him, but also diminished the quality of his body. His muscles lacked their booming vigor, and his healing and recovery rate decreased unfathomably. His body ached in countless places.

Without a moment of hesitation he decided to observe the cause of this uncouth situation, and also look for any gains he can make to cover this incredible loss.

His Dharma idol appeared again. It was rather dull comparative to yesterday, a true display of his sore state.

He flickered his hand, and from the jar the bead floated out.

It was completely powerless right now, sealed with his Phantom seal the legacy technique of the Ancient Nightmare, and the Book of ten thousand ancient Gods.

Alongside the Clear moon liquid in the pot, the bead as mystical and powerful as it was, was thus bound.

Wu Long sat down, and began to observe the bead.

The countless drawn lines, they carried an ancient intent that made Wu Long shiver. Yet he continued to ponder upon it's divinity.

3 weeks later.

He hadn't been sleeping this past week, as he stumbled upon inspiration and couldn't bare to take his eyes off.

Suddenly he began to mediate, this carried on for two full days and nights.

When sudden two beams of lights flashed in his eyes, the ground shook, and the air rumbled in a terrible fashion.

The light disappeared shortly thereafter, but needless to say Wu Long was stunned into silence.

A full five minutes passed, and then, "Hahahaha! What a joke!"

Wu Long's eyes flashed in uncontaminated madness and wrath, a half breath away from a demented craze. Yet more so, he couldn't help but bless his instincts.

"Heaven, you dare not only make me dance a jesters role once, but provoke a second? How dare you!"

The bead was an artifact of Heaven, it carried it's breath and fate.

Yet it was completely laughable as Wu Long discerned it's nature.

The bead was an object meant to make him a sour lemon, a black smudge of countless Heavenly prodigies. He was meant to cause them pain and suffering, and make them all the more competitive and daring, they would use this pain and rise above the stronger Wu Long, taking heavens blessing and become indomitable warriors. Basically Wu Long was about to be made Heavens supplement for it's children and heros, a force that stirred them forth.

"What a damn joke."

Wu Long felt such uncontrollable rage, he wished to destroy the bead at that very moment, yet stayed his hand.

A cruel smile passed onto his face as he said, "You look down on me too much Heaven. I will show you what a mistake you just made."

Although the bead itself was a disgusting virus, owing to it's honeypot nature, it did in fact contain the ingredients needed for the Lust for demi God, semi devil pill. Yet,

"Hehe. Even the medicinal pill was a bunch of horse shit. Look at this, a hundred ingredients were missing. The pills name wasn't even the same, the demi God, semi devil pill is just a imitation of the real medicine. The true medicine is called, 'Eternal Greed. Elder God, Devil God pill.'"

Although the medicinal pill was completely different and the quality was incomparably higher, so too was the quality of the ingredients. If the Demi God, Semi Devil pill was already close to impossible this new one was even worse. At least Wu Long had discovered the true recipe of the Demi God, Semi Devil pill, he couldn't hope to make the Elder God, Devil God pill. The prior recipe given by the bead was a form that while giving similar abilities and power to the true Demi God, Semi Devil pill, although decreased by about 90%, would also make him insane. That was why Wu Long was so happy.

Wu Long bit his finger, and sent a drop of blood essence into the bead.

It began to fiercely shake. Wu Long hummed and sang a mantra.

The bead slowly came to a halt, refined by the blood.

Thunder clouds arose above the Inverse Heaven sect, and terrible bolts of Nine colored lightning shook the mountain.

Wu Long snorted as he felt the horrible vibration's, that shook his insides.

"Dance as you wish, yet if you believe those Immortals will let you do as you wish then forget about it. I know your weakness Heaven, perhaps if I was in the realm of Gods, you could exert your influence properly, killing me like an ant. Yet the Dao isn't so fickle to allow such tricks."

And sure enough, with a heavy wind the lightning dissipated away.

Wu Long spat some blood out. The Heavens were truly indomitable.

"When I understood the Dao, I learnt... The Dao is like the mother of the Universe kind, and impartial to all. Allowing the infinite ways. Yet the Heaven is like a cruel father, possessing favorites and plans that none could defy. Hmph, as if I'm willing to obey either of your commands. The Dao's fickle impartiality, yet incessant love and consideration of the Heavens, yet deafness to common beings, and the Heaven that bastard like thing. I will never follow either of you!"

Wu Long snatched the bead. He ate it, and it fell into his lungs. It's heavy metal nature now purifying and empowering his metal powers.

He couldn't immediately refine the medicinal pill as the bead, had yet to become completely his. When he reached Divinity crossing he could prepare the pill, but for now it could serve to increase his Metal attribute.

Wu Long sighed. His head hurt even more.

Yet more persistent was his desire to destroy his enemies.

He quickly began to mediate, drawing in the thin aura of Heaven and Earth. His bones and organs began to glow ever so slightly.

He began to chant and the words slipped from his lips forming into Gold symbols, these symbols circled Wu Long slowly, they eventually sank into the ground below, and began to rotate like a constellation.

Vivid lines of gold crisscrossed with Wu Long in the center.

The aura of Heaven and Earth was forcibly dragged forth into his body.

Days passed, months.

2 months later.

Wu Long's eye's finally opened, a bright light sparkled.

His figure had transformed from pure muscle, back into a lean yet muscular look. He looked incredibly handsome, and began to twist his body. His white skin shone a dazzling allure that beguiled the spirit. Meanwhile his crimson eyes took on an even deeper shade, while the Taiji symbol had sprouted veins, and began to spin faster and faster, eventually turning into a fearsome whirlpool that stood deep within his eyes.

"Human deference stage 9. This should be the limit, yet why do I feel something past that..."