Return once more.

Wu Motian carefully analyzed his new ability. Eventually coming up with a brief analysis. His ability divides into three parts. The color of the Karmic threads, the thickness of the threads, and golden marks drawn on them.

Firstly the colors. Blue means a friendly relationship, purple family, pink a sexual relationship, gold ???, red for himself, and black for enemies, green for second hand relationships (a friends friend.)

The thickness represents the depth of said relationship. For example, his father's purple thread was as thick as a whale, while his mothers was comparable to a hair.

Third, the golden marks to explain it simply were heavenly fortunes. Divine opportunities that shape and form one's life and advancement. Take for example the Clear sky orb he obtained, it was a natural treasure dreamt of by every martial artist, a supreme medicine to make one a peerless martial god. It is said to be borne from the natures of Heaven and Earth, in sacred places that call forth the Dao. It was an incredible fortune to find such a single drop of Clear sky dew, not to mention a Clear sky Orb the composition of over a hundred clear sky dew, fermented in the energies of the rising sun, and sinking moon for a thousand years. Yet he had merely walked past a few mountains in his families mountain range, and found such a treasure.

Finally, he acknowledged the true magical power of this new ability was in something he called, 'Omniscient sight', with this he could see someones current situation, someone's past situation, and someone's future situation. While currently even looking into the present brought a wave of exhaustion, and pain for a dozen more days. Not to mention looking into the future and past. In fact he tried, for 0.000 something of a second, he looked into the future. With that brief ripple of time, he fell unconscious for twenty days.

Furthermore, he could see various other things like a persons inner thoughts, Cultivation, lifespan, hidden aspects like natural physiques, and see through illusions and mysteries, and many more smaller things. He was practically truly omniscient.

Yet most desirable was that through this ability to observe beyond what could be seen, he believed he could unravel the Dao, and reach unreachable heights. He could reach the pinnacle in any Dao, at least that's what he hoped.

Suddenly he began to tremble, just like the thickness of the threads and the fact that the thicker it was the deeper the relationship. Golden marks, the brighter they were the greater the opportunity.

Currently attached to a green thread. At first it was the size of a fireflies light, but currently it began to glow like the sun. It was blinding.

He knew this was an opportunity, he wanted such an opportunity.

He hurriedly clicked it, and a wave of exhaustion washed him.

Yet he hurriedly put on a coat, called Lightning, and rushed off in the direction the golden spark led him.

An endless valley, it's size incomparable to anything nature could dare provoke. It seemed as if the ten thousand legions of hell were crawling out of endless void that submerged the night below.

The wind was harsh, like keen blades, the taste of blood faintly held in the air.

A figure wearing a thick robe to shelter the winds, was currently fighting a giant purple lizard. The Lizard had two small wings on it's back, and thick forking whiskers on it's head.

A two horn could be seen barely escaping it's head.

It's scaleless stubby arms looked new, and they struck strangely as if some awkward dance. Yet the fierce look in it's eyes was anything, but laughable.

The youth wearing the heavy robe, angrily growled, "An Imoogi damn it! Not only that it's nearly a Thousand years old, and ready to become a dragon. How can I have worse luck than this!"

He swung a heavy hammer to and fro, causing ground to shatter in place of the Imoogi, who swapped faster than could be seen from place to place.

"Human... Dare to... Come... my land... I shall kill!"

The lizard spoke in broken English, angrily mocking the youth.

Otherwise how could this creature have the leisure to threaten others, during a battle.

This Imoogi was nearly a thousand years old, more specifically 999 year's old. In three months it would face tribulation, and become a dragon, rising past this mortal realm, into the distant Immortal lands. It would become a supreme existence, that could bring forth thunder and rain, a mere human martial artist was simply incomparable to it. With it's spiritual intelligence, it had grown extremely complex emotions. With the years, he went from being cautious and conscious of the experts that could exist, to being arrogant and petty. He had just gotten some food, and found a human shitting on it's home. He at first showed the decency of an expert, and bit him repeatedly especially his special part. As a Supreme expert he believed removing the world of the idiotic genes which made someone shit in the home of it's supreme being, was destined to be extinguished. He might as well do Heaven a favor and destroy any chances he might have. It was just the right thing to do.

Who would have known this ungrateful human would smack it over the head with a hammer, he chased this fast legged fellow all the way to the forbidden region, and was sure to squash him.

It opened it's mouth, and a burst of purple acid shot out.

The youth pulled back, the edge of his robe dropping.

The youth angrily growled, and took out a certain rock.

He tossed it at the Imoogi, who casually whipped it's tail.

Yet as soon as the rock touched the Imoogi, a heavy burst of heat shot out with an explosion.

The Imoogi was tossed into the air, and fell. Before it could recover, the youth was above it ready to hammer it to mash.

The Imoogi in fright and anger began to glimmer, it kicked out smacking the youths knee breaking it in two, as well as cutting quite a lot of meat away.

The Imoogi rose up, towering over the youth.

"Human... Dare? No more kindnez."

The aura of the Imoogi rose, and the sky darkened.

If not for it's arrogance, and for a bit of fun, could this mortal compare to an existence broaching on an Immortal? Could the light of the moon compare to the sun?

The shadow of a dragon faintly appeared behind the Imoogi, who then stepped forth causing the ground to crack.

The youth turned pale, and turned to look at the abyss in front of him. He was decisive, and rolled over ready to risk it all.

He wouldn't submit!

'If I survive this, I will return this humiliation a thousand fold! Damn lizard!'

Yet right before he could fall off, a spear fell and impaled the youth in place.

Blood soaked his clothes, and his dull eyes flinched with each bout of loneliness, he looked around hoping to fetch a final glance at the reaper.

Then he saw, a youth with ebony dark hair, eyes that sparkled in the song of some great mystery.

Flawless white skin, covered in a beautiful black silk robe.

A crow most probably formed from the deepest coldest nether filled regions of hell. The mount that serves the descendants of Yama.

It's green and grim eyes robbing his soul away.

...

Wu Motian looked carefully at the youth who had fainted in shock. He sighed.

He had thrown a spear to stop him, and it had hit a bird, and struck next to him. The youth was so stunned, he had thought he himself had died.

Wu Motian carefully sized him up, his eyes falling on his inner pocket.

He fetched a jade amulet.

He felt that there was a strange fortune to the amulet, yet couldn't tell what it was.

He opened his Omniscient sight, and looked at the jade.

Surrounding a pure spark of gold was a festering sprout of darkness. It's insipid tongue leeching back and forth, devouring the essence of Heaven and Earth, corrupting it.

It was similar to his own act of corruption, yet far more cancerous.

He hurriedly dropped the amulet, and found a few veins of that ink black rot trying to enter him. .

His Dharma Idol left hid forehead, and thick concentrations of Yang energy circled the Dharma Idols hands.

It shot a hundred palms at his hand, causing the darkness to writhe in pain.

After a few minutes it faded away.

He looked in doubt at the token, and the youth. He retracted his Dharma idol, and looked back at Lightning who was fighting the Imoogi.

Wu Motian didn't like the situation, and wished to hurry up and leave.

He called, "Lightning come leave that fellow alone. It's about to ascend it has enough troubles considering it's karma."

Wu Motian took a second look at the youth, and decided to bring him along. Then he looked at the Jade amulet. He thought for a moment before kicking it away. With it's dangerous nature, it should be sent far away. The further the better. He didn't want to go analyzing something he has no business understanding. If not for this ability he wouldn't have even known, and considering that he believed this was something out of his pay grade.

With a slight whistle he leapt onto lightning, and dashed away.

...

Meanwhile the Imoogi snorted, raising it's head and snorting, 'That's right run! This almighty figure will consider pardoning you all this one time! Just remember to save some offerings for when I become a God!'

Then after boasting, and crying in it's name for a few moments it prepared to leave. To then suddenly find a shadow peak out from the abyss.

The shadow began to twist into a humanoid figure.

Black skin, that tightly wrapped it's skeleton. Warts pinching it's skin, and it's hollow eyes that glared into the intangible past, it was as if a nightmare had borne. A depraved, and cursed sickness.

The ground below it turned grey, and the air Turned stale.

Atop it's forehead, a thin slit tore open. Thick, viscous fluids drained out, and a red eyeball appeared.

It pointed in Wu Motian's direction, before turning it's head.

The wind seemed to whisper to it.

It bowed, and turned towards the Imoogi.

It's twisted it's head, and looked intrigued.

It's hand tore apart the flesh on it's chest, and began to tear it. Maggots, and locusts dragged out, with a thick stench of rot.

Then a dozen of so twisting, shadowy hands stretched out. It elongated forth, with some sickening display as flesh could he heard tearing, and bones twisting without a care.

They grabbed the still, and silent Imoogi. It's dull eyes, crying.

"Return once more."

"Return once more."

"Return once more."

A solemn hymn cried out, and the Imoogi was dragged deep into the abyss, and threads of darkness wrapped it's flesh peeling it.