Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

In the ancient refining theory book that Zen had read earlier, there was no record of the furnace's usage. There had been only a few magical words which meant Zen had to explore how to use it himself.

As he cleared his mind in meditation, Zen focused, and eventually, his soul stopped in front of the large furnace. Among the nine dragon engravings, only the cyan dragon was awakened. Now the majestic dragon stared down at Zen.

On thinking of how his soul was once nearly shattered under the gaze of the cyan dragon, Zen was dismayed.

Since Zen's soul was trained in the considerable furnace, the power of his soul had been significantly improved.

Under the cyan dragon's gaze, Zen felt overwhelming pressure, like he was being crushed under a mountain, and was short of breath, all from the power of the dragon staring down at him in his mind.

Zen's soul was strong enough to resist being overwhelmed by the cyan dragon's gaze, but he needed to find a way to communicate with it.

In the face of the raw energy from the fearsome cyan dragon, Zen felt like a mere speck of dust. Zen moved to get closer to the cyan dragon relief, but the closer he got, the more pressure he felt. He struggled to resist the impulse to run away.

'Don't stop! Keep going!' Zen urged himself inwardly to rush forward. The pressure increased with each step, slowing Zen as he neared the cyan dragon until his movements were labored like he were trudging through thick mud.

The cyan dragon exuded such extreme pressure, and Zen's teeth trembled. The force was so great that Zen had a difficult time resisting the impulse to flee.

to keep moving. At last, Zen stood in front of the cyan

the large furnace began to spin slowly. A wisp of black flame separated from the plume of the furnace's calm black fires and drifted out

"Yes, I did it!"

a separate consciousness, and Zen could communicate with it.

or cyan dragon, he successfully communicated with it and

his hotel room, as Zen opened his eyes, the wisp came from the

or strong, and Zen couldn't feel any heat from it.

Zen didn't dare underestimate this wisp of black

burnt by the fire of Evil Lan and remained intact. But once exposed to the wisp of black flame, the same Hell Fire Sword was melted into iron essence in the blink of an

realized the power of the black flame was completely beyond his knowledge, and he could not make any

wield the black flame like a weapon. He'd be invincible if he used it

the blood-red sledgehammer that was lying in front

than the sword. Zen looked forward to seeing how much iron essence

flame melted the blood-red sledgehammer into a single

one? Just a

huge but mid-grade, and it produced only a single drop of iron essence! Zen's mouth fell open as he sat there stunned to the