Wu Motian.

Wu Long stood up, softly, his long hair, now a deep obsidian black color fell over his shoulders.

Wu Long reached his hand forth, and from his hand a small golden lotus began to sprout, within it's folded wings, the lotus hid a small silver dragon that slept gently. It's breath was heavy, and it's aura contained a sense of genesis, and the rules of the Dao could be seen sinking into the lotus.

Paya said, "Well done in absorbing the bloodline."

Wu Long nodded, his head slowly falling as he remembered his master.

He sighed, before looking up. He cupped his hands and said, "Thank you senior."

Paya shook his head, "It was simply fate. What should be, will inevitably be. No one being can defy fate."

Wu Long gently hummed, "Perhaps."

Paya then began to rise, he said, "Now I will be leaving. Studying the realm of the Dao is a difficult task, and only through a vision into the emptiness of life, can I attempt to find inner peace. Goodbye young human child. Yes, what is your name?"

Wu Long slowly thought, he smiled, "Wu Motian. Wu for dancing, and Motian for Heavenly demon."

Paya thought for a moment, then nodded, "Goodbye Xiao Motian. I hope you can live long, and happy."

Wu Long nodded.

Paya slowly danced, shattering the void with every sweep of it's world circling body.

Wu Long, or rather Wu Motian now, silently stood still. A thin breath released from his lips, he sighed proceeding to recount his few hours of experience and the effects they represented.

He turned around after several minutes, Erus looked at him and said softly, "Well done."

Wu Motian smiled, and said, "Thank you Erus."

He leaped up, and fell onto her body.

She without any hurry asked, "Wu Motian?"

Wu Long smiled, "My name Wu Long, was given by my mothers family. It was a recognition of my status, and the relationship between my fathers and mother's clan. It was little more than my mother's Clans attempt to bind the two clans forcibly together. The forename Long, always held a bit of discomfort for me. Now that I've found inner peace, I might as well reduce any semblance of my past. Furthermore the name Motian, demon of Heaven, Heavenly demon, it holds a certain nostalgia for me. It is a reminder, a warning, and a attempt at redemption."

Erus nodded. She flapped her wings, and flew off at great speeds.

...

In front of a large staircase, Erus had arrived with Wu Motian.

Erus smiled gently, "Goodbye Wu Motian. Grow strong, and spread the prowess of the white Dragon!"

Wu Motian laughed, "I will preach of the great efforts and feats, I perform, after my individual hardships, no thanks to any deities or seniors."

Erus snorted, "Little brat! Still talking rubbish! Hmph, as if I need you to show my reputation! I was just using it as an excuse to give you a bit of support, and standing in the Immortal lands. If you don't want it then why should I beg!"

Wu Motian smiled brightly, "Yes, yes. Senior sister, only has Motian's best interest in mind! No other being, is as selfless and beautiful as senior sister!"

Erus beamed in joy, before saying, "Hmph, at least you have some intelligence. I'll have you know, this senior sister made such a ruckus in the Immortal lands, even for a billion years my name won't fade from popularity!"

Wu Motian asked, "Senior sister, I don't need to know about your special times. I am just a pure hearted youth, I don't understand the capacity a woman must have to beguile the powers of Heaven for such a long time. Ah, the passion of an old flame, even time cannot squash it."

Erus knocked his head with her head, and said angrily, "Damn brat!"

The two then looked at one another, and smiled.

He asked, "You can reincarnate and follow me. You could be my soul dragon."

Erus smiled slightly, a lonely and empty look flashed across her face, she looked up across the realms, "Thank you, Motian, but... I'm far too old to be struggling in Heaven. I'm an old granny, who's been dead for countless years, any passion for power and immortality have long faded. All I want is peace, and joy, and I don't think I'll find it out there. Go, I'm sure you can find a different path, be happy."

Wu Motian nodded, he said, "Then goodbye senior sister."

Erus nodded, and then turned solemn. She asked, "Motian, about what you said before. When you talked to the Dragon God."

He nodded, in acknowledgement.

She smirked, "Be a good boy, and promise you won't go through with it. Don't die so easily, there are people out there waiting for you, don't disappoint them, it's cruel to be ready for death. Fight, struggle, and live. So promise me, you won't die without a fight."

He was silent, his eyes distorting in a haze.

He nodded, "Hm."

Then he climbed the steps slowly, white light pulsed as the steps slightly fell.

He arrived in front of a stone door, scars of dragons dancings twisted on every corner of the door. A sun hung above, with several dragons wrapped around it, and a moon below which had several dragons kneeling before it.

He pushed open the door, and bright light spat out, covering his body, and pulling him forth.

...

Wu Motian gently opened his eyes, the warmth of the sun softly hit his face. His cheeks turned a faint red.

The wind tossed his hair around, and grabbing a long stroke of his black hair he smiled.

"Previously due to the forced changes to my body, by trying to fuse two contrary physiques, my body incurred some unseen damage. The bloodline refinement, it luckily helped. Even my damaged hair had turned back to black."

He summoned his Dharma idol, and gazed at it.

Another leaf was on the cusp of splitting, around 90% completed. A slight push, and Wu Motian would gain 11 leaves on his Dharma idol. He wondered what powers he would get then.

He composed himself, reminding himself not to be to hasty.

He leapt out of the courtyard, a large explosion rang from the front of the house as numerous figures rushed in.

Wu Motian slammed a fist forward, a fierce wind carried forth a heavy power and threw two men back, blood shot from their mouths as their bones were completely destroyed, and their bodies disabled.

The head eunuch from before, said with a darkened expression, "Prince Wu Long, we are ordered by his majesty Huang Chen to apprehend you, in suspicion of the murder of Long Ao."

Wu Motian, looked at him with a sneer.

He said coldly, "Royalty has power, as long as it has strength to enforce said authority! Come!"

He curved one finger at them, and rushed forward.

His leg sweeping forth, directly sending five men flying, their bodies twisted in cruel directions.

Two men including the Head Eunuch came at Wu Motian with a palm strike, their fists glimmered with a fierce light.

Wu Motian, moved back. His back nearly touching the floor.

He used the momentum, to lift his lower body and kick out. His two hands tightly pressed on the ground. Like a spring, his shot out stabbing the two in the face with a heavy kick.

They were instantly sent flying back.

10 men circled him, and he took out a sword. His hand flashed to and fro, lives were stolen with a flash.

Light shuttled back and forth, as the dangerous glimmer of the blade zoomed forth.

Yet as soon as ten were dispatched, twenty formed in their place.

Even with his overwhelming physique, and cultivation as an Immortal practitioner. Without at least reaching Divine Gate stage, he was still a mortal incapable to completely overwhelming thousands alone.

His stamina couldn't account for these experts. They were people trained since youth in the palace, mostly focusing on assassinations, their speed and lethality were high. While they were defenceless, should Wu Motian present a weak spot he'd die.

Motian hurriedly collected a long spear from the Inverse Heaven orb, and hurriedly swept it out.

The greatest one on one weapon, and the greatest war weapon made their place known in the hands of an expert.

Blood blossomed, like a festival of flowers, Dressing the ground and people in crimson!

Rivers of blood made the world seem to inhumane, with body parts skipping past like leaves.

One's heart could easily grow cold. Life was truly as feeble as wild grass, torn in one moment, borne in another. A thousand years of pestilence, a thousand years of creation.

The Dao sang as every blade cried, and the heavy and bated breaths of the people rose, a deep mist covered forth. The temperature around them rapidly increased, every move seemed to be restrained by invisible hands.

Yet Wu Motian, even as the Heavens cried, as the Earth made way, and as the world seemed to be blinded by this madness, he still swung his blade without an expression, every move taking life after life.

Blood filled his face, as a mask, his robe tightly hung on his body, making him look as if a dense product of the blood. A demon borne from madness and blood, risen to contemptuously mock the Heavens, robbing it's children away. Yet he looked a fair bit delicate, and angelic. His handsome looks reimagining the hidden gore, he looked a fair heavenly. A Heavenly Demon, rippling in a sea of blood. Sundering clouds with a wave of his hands, robbing life as keenly and calmly as a a farmer. His red eyes shuttled back and forth, like a crimson moon.

A nightmare, that followed one forth.