Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

Paved with ordinary limestone slabs and decorated with neatly trimmed verdant grass on both sides, it looked like any other road in the empire. The road turned and twisted, stretching away as far as the eye could see.

Participants who had registered for the initial exam seemed pretty confident and relaxed as they stood in line. Refining had strengthened their body, so for them, running was child's play. Most of them were quite sure that they would breeze through the exam.

The white-bearded old man gave a signal, and the exam began.

All candidates broke into a run. Just then something strange happened. The lead runners stumbled and sank to the ground, making a perfect pratfall.

Only a few people reacted quickly enough to recover their balance. They pulled themselves together and carried on running forward.

This incident gave the others an indication that there was something unusual about this road. They were more careful where they set foot on the road. Although no one else fell, since the candidates were being careful, their speed reduced. It looked as if they were carrying a thousand pounds of weight.

After the first few batches set off on the road, it was Zen's turn.

He approached the edge of the square and stepped out slowly. Instantly he felt an invisible pressure. As he tried to lift his foot, he found that his legs felt leaden.

It was an odd feeling.

road, the pressure encased him completely. Every inch of his skin felt weighed down. Even his eardrums

road seemed normal, the air pressure seemed

Zen had entered the organ refining level, he was able to control his breathing. With enough food to supply his body

The running would wear him out quickly. He wasn't sure how long he would last. Since he had lit up two dragon scales and his body had been refined, Zen felt as though there was no reason for him not to

mustered every ounce of strength, tightened every

almost instantly. They continued to run at a brisk pace as if the pressure didn't affect

participants were unable

As their bodies gave up, they fell on the road.

panting and staggering. The effort to maintain their pace against the invisible pressure was

Zen noticed that some participants began to drop back as time wore on, and the crowd gradually thinned

tune up his body as this was the

"Zen!"

silk-robed boy waved to him. It was Nory, the boy he had met the day before. His attire was more suitable to the challenge

Nory!" Zen replied with a smile.

"Impressive! Even though you are running under such