Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

The vivid yellow lotus flames became unusual golden red, and each flare emitted intense heat.

Since the fire's strength had grown steeply, it would be impossible to withstand, and Zen's face paled as he watched the red lotus flames shot at him.

As expected, the fire was far more potent than it was earlier.

Searing pain coursed through Zen as the golden-red flames slammed him. Just like the day he was in the cellar, Zen's body inexplicably turned to dark red.

Usually, any average person ravaged in such a high-temperature fire would mummify as the moisture sizzled into the air leaving the dried husk burning until it exploded raining ashes and soot everywhere.

However, Zen's body was anything but average. Instead of being destroyed by the lotus flames, he slowly turned red hot, glowing like an excellent mysterious weapon.

Small golden foils that lay deep in Zen's skin were drawn out and hovering over his skin. Now covered in gilded shimmering fragments, Zen's entire body sparkled brilliantly gleaming.

While his body glowed bright red, the golden flecks became ornate obscure tadpole text and spun. The speed they spun increased faster and faster at a hypnotic rate until, unexpectedly, small whirlpools formed on the surface of Zen's skin.

As the whirlpools grew, the suction they produced drew the lotus flames from the furnace to Zen and sucked into the whirlpools.

The fire was refining his body!

Surprisingly, his body drove all the fire into him.

One after another, flames were absorbed into Zen's body through every pore on him, including his arms, legs, and neck ...

It was more excruciating than any pain he had experienced of his flesh. As the lotus flames went through his skin, they burned every inch from outside to the inside of him.

To endure the searing pain, Zen clenched his mouth.

What he sustained physically was mild compared to what his soul had suffered from the black flame back when he was in the cellar.

felt the toxic Bone-smashing Powder with Ten Flavors gradually

come to life in his mind. It had always been there, dormant and quiet until touched by the black flame. Suddenly,

black flame appeared like a

it emerged before it rushed at

it glowed red as though it was sitting in a blazing fire for a long time. As soon as the black flame touched this allegedly top grade, priceless mysterious weapon -- the Hell Fire Sword, it melted instantly leaving a

the black flame, and he wondered, 'What the hell is this black flame? How

the iron that remained before vanishing into Zen's sea of consciousness. Panic swept over him. He knew his body was as hard as a mysterious

flame sent

watched, he saw the dragon lift its head, roar loudly and

single scale on the dragon's tail began emitting a green brilliance, giving it the appearance of a

remnants from the Hell Fire Sword activated a scale

in

felt a surge from the scale, and strength flooding

scale and Zen could feel

Zen wondering, 'Is it feasible for me to activate many, or even all of the

as he put the pieces together. His experience

one dragon scale forcibly increased his power several times, what would happen if tens of thousands of the cyan dragon scales were all stimulated? Not only the cyan

the great furnace left Zen wondering, how incredible his might would be if

his lips nervously and shook his head, struggling to wrap his head around the fantastic idea. This was all so far

realized how difficult it was to trigger the dragon scales.

Fire Sword was a topmost mysterious weapon

it was only the essence of such a treasure that initiated a single dragon scale, Zen imagined how many it would take to light up thousands of them. 'Even if all the treasures in the entire eastern region were smelted, it would barely light up all the cyan dragon's scales, and not even touch the

silently as he discerned. He needed to analyze everything thoroughly and not act hastily.

himself against arrogance and impatience, Zen sat cross-legged in the blazing fire, as the golden whirlpools on his skin sucked in

Lan was looking in, with an expression of doubt as he watched the strange scene. Unable to sense the presence of his Hell Fire Sword any more, he wondered if it

he released into the furnace were dwindling, Evil Lan was curious about what was going on in there.

to create his spiritual weapon! Was it