Lose yourself.

Green and savage lifeless eyes, blackened wings that were like great large blades, and feathers that stuck out like a bundle of needles. It's full beak, had sunk it, and from it's boney nostrils smoke exploded out. Two large canines hung out. It's veined body exploded in some strange way, every few minutes it would slightly expand, before shrinking, as if with every heart beat it transformed further. Yet while it seemed to draw fear, and dread, it's cold, and silent heart without the tremble of a single iota of life could only draw a picture of nihility, it was an emptiness that seemed to sour even the Heavens, and it's sought to malform all it touched.

Wu Long stroked lightning, who unlike before made no sound.

His eyes continuously fragmenting in disorder and panic, and then into jubilation and ecstacy.

His manic state soon warped into a dread, and he sharply gazed with murderous intent towards those who remained outside.

He then coldly reprimanded, "How to solve this now, look at what I've gone and done."

Yet no figment of reproach hid in his voice.

He took away a fragment of blood essence from his heart, and then doused lightnings discarded soul with it. Washing the pieces into some form of mold.

Wu Long then felt a connection to Lightning, and could retract it. It entered his body, resting in his sea of consciousness.

Wu Long's expression was cold by nature, and he seemed to become even more brutal.

He walked out, and came in front of the carriage. His eyes gazed disdainfully downwards, but then again slowly melted away far from any brief appreciation.

A calm smile surfacing on his face, he opened the door and said, "We should continue our journey."

Feng Jiaying looked at Wu Long, and asked, "Your demonic beast?"

Wu Long sighed, "Ah, the damn beast couldn't contend with the bloodline and died. Yet I think it was for the better, it couldn't handle a small journey, I could never have followed me going forward. It's death here is more pleasing, at least it wasn't killed by someone. I can only thank the Heavens."

Feng Jiaying frowned for a moment, before nodding.

Before long their journey continued.

The desert slowly slipped away, turning into a wide plateau. The wind howled as it rattled the doors of the carriage, and the rain fell as if the sky was bleeding. The great distance was crossed, and then wide and coiling mountains that provoked the Heavens could be seen. Their large terrestrial bodies, seemed to be carving the skies, seeking to sunder them.

The forest was deep and dark, with thousand year old trees very easily seen everywhere, and with a thick canopy up above, smoldering any light from peering forward. The spread root system, clearly led to issues, as the carriage began to rattle up and down, Wu Long felt his guts rise and sink, like some great power was stirring his innards ready to prepare a soup.

He hurriedly got off the carriage and vomited.

His eyes sinking back in his head, as a great exhaustion and sickness fell upon him.

Feng Gong, one of the guards appeared towards Wu Long and said apologetically, "Bro Wu, sorry, even though this journey is a bit upsetting, our clan is in a well - peculiar situation. You see about a thousand years ago, one of the Clans elders had a problem in cultivation, and went insane. He set ablaze, the nine mangrove forest, the celestials tea garden, the forest of ten thousand demons, the mountain of the Heathen, alongside many others, most unluckily the world forest, which has the world tree. We were faced with attacks from all sides, but the God Gaia made a requirement for it to all disappear, we are not allowed to burn or damage trees without any reason within her allowance, for example if you are attacked, forever. Hence we are left with no option."

Wu Long didn't even pay attention to what was said, and scolded, "Yeah, yeah. Okay, just... give me a second."

Wu Long laid down, one could imagine the heavy motions that could make someone of Wu Long's level suffer.

After a few moments, he finally calmed down.

He decided to walk, at least until they were outside of the forest.

His eyes pervaded, the beautiful forest. The glimmer of dew splintering the little light, sparkling forth like a diamond. The abundant festival of flowers, closely huddled, twisting and coiling as if dancing.

The wind blew rustling the trees, and grass in a serene song. The peal of a few woodland creatures rang aloud, and their beady eyes stared back in questioning glances.

Wu Long felt the air fill his lungs, it was undoubtedly amazing comparative to other places, a sense of pureness filled the air.

Thick rootlets crept out, covering other trees and uprooting others, it was a beautiful catastrophe. It was the faint death of nature, it was the tug and pull of the inevitable, and the undefined composition that supplied the order and balance of Nature.

The Dharma seemed to ring, if one closely heard, the laws of Heaven and Earth competing like dueling warriors, surmounting one and wed to others, a chaotic beauty. As snakes swallowed birds, and birds devoured rats. It sounded terrible, but comforting in it's grandness, the infinities of the Dao slumbering within every breath, every act drawn in it's infinite wisdom. It's might shone, as a tree starved another, as a being fell to another, in the excess plundering the world, and again bringing order.

Wu Long began to lose sense of himself, slowly drawn into the great rhyme of the Dao, and it's magic. He was bewitched, and slowly began to go mad.

Wu Long sat down softly, blending into the nothingness that pervaded the surroundings, the grass rolling over him like countless hands, wishing to devour him. His eyes spun, as a thousand beautiful dreams echoed. Then the endless pain broke it all, and then again it began to dance like an enchantress, and then again it forced him to the edge. Again, and again, madness, and euphoria bathing him. His convictions shattered, and then blinding and defiant. His desires, defined, and then defeated. His beginning, and his end, all the laughter that filled the world.

A thousand bells echoed, deafening Wu Long, the chants of ten thousand sages echoed, singing in the Dao's praise. The Yin and Yang, the Heaven and the Earth, they spun around him like a whirlpool.

Slowly his sense of self began to fade, he felt the Dao draw him in, it began to devour his existence. His mind began to praise, and beguiled by the Dao, and then he danced. His hands swung, and the sword in his hand sundered the Heavens. With his tears, rain fell, and with his sighs the wind was born, with his blood came all life, and from his bones came the earth.

Before long, blood poured from his eyes, and his pupils had become completely white.

Wu Long's lips muttered something, but no sound escaped, instead his veins popped on his face. It looked unsightly, and when all seemed lost, as his mind seemed too fickle and demure to resist the Grand Dao, and when all seemed to tell no tales, and the end was to be surpnisedd, and the nothingness that exiled all life begot, bore a cruel distance. His mouth began to speak words.

"Since times immemorial, a thousand years pass, and thousand nights flourish. A thousand flowers bloom, and a thousand immortals die. A boat lingers on the shore, and calls the spirit, and as the river winds, and the sky reddens. As blood pearls drop from the great goddess, and his hand peaks in, all the glorious light of Heaven, all seen, he wished to steal. His naive eyes, are lost, and with the blood of ten thousand immortals, and, the death of a thousand nights, and within ten thousand years, all that serves to be, is stolen. His eyes, they are empty, even as all the fragrance of paradise pities him in epiphany."

As his words sounded, a great bolt of lightning rushed towards him, it sought to extinguish his life.

Yet his blinding white eyes simply gazed up, and his outreached hand made a clawing motion.

The furious and blinding crimson fork of lightning was caught in a giant golden hand, the energies of Heaven and Earth began to stir, as a madness rampaged.

Wu Long spat out, "Inside the infinite axis, his words rang through, and the ten thousand ways all fell. All that remained was his. He had stolen the Heavens light, and bathed the world in darkness."

The hand grasping the lightning bolt, shattered it into pieces of flickering gold.

It felt and sunk into Wu Long's head.

His eyes slowly closed, and he continued chanting.

"The tears of the great goddess, a mans folly, and the ever thoughtful Dao. All that shall, and that shall be. The Heavens end."

His hands pushed out, as a deep breath left.

His eyes slowly opened. His body had recovered, and his mind was calm.

"Heaven, you truly underestimate me. To try and possess me through enlightenment, trying to make me mad, how naive. Now you have come and gone, I shall still wait. Yet the present you left, I shall forever want more to it."