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.

Ten Flavors gradually

flames, Zen felt a giant furnace come to life in his mind. It had always been there, dormant and quiet until touched

black flame appeared like

odd cry ripped from the black flame when it emerged before it rushed at the

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 few drops of hot metal where it

shock was on Zen's face when he saw the power of the black flame,

sea of consciousness. Panic swept over him. He

that the black flame sent the drops of iron to the cyan dragon on the wall of the ancient tripod.

lift its head, roar loudly and consume the drops of iron. After swallowing the iron drops, magical changes occurred,

green brilliance,

when the remnants from the Hell Fire Sword activated a scale of the dragon

Zen was seeing unfold in his mind amazed

Zen felt a surge from the scale, and strength

radically because of the scale and Zen could feel the intense power as

many, or even all of the dragon scales while the black flame devours more

that's it!' Zen's face brimmed with ecstasy as he put the pieces together. His experience being forged in the fires of the kiln gave

his power several times, what would happen if tens of thousands of the cyan dragon scales were all stimulated? Not only the cyan dragon but, above that

carved into the great furnace left Zen wondering, how incredible his might would be if he stimulated the scales of all of them!

struggling to wrap his head around the fantastic idea. This was all so far beyond his

he knew, he realized how difficult it was to trigger the dragon

Evil Lan, the Hell Fire Sword was a topmost mysterious weapon

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

as he discerned. He needed to analyze everything thoroughly

guard himself against arrogance and impatience, Zen sat cross-legged in the blazing fire, as the

doubt as he watched the strange scene. Unable to sense the presence of his Hell Fire Sword any

furnace were dwindling, Evil Lan was curious about what was going on

spiritual weapon! Was