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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.

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his mind. It had always been there, dormant and quiet until touched by the black flame. Suddenly, the calm furnace blazed out of control, flames

in front of Zen, the black flame appeared like a living creature.

it emerged before it rushed at the

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 had

the black flame, and he wondered, 'What the hell is

flames rolled 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 weapon; however, he couldn't put the molten metal in

Zen that he was fine, and could see in his mind that the black flame sent the drops of iron to the cyan dragon on the wall of

he saw the dragon lift its head, roar

dragon's tail began emitting a green brilliance, giving it

the Hell Fire Sword activated a

seeing unfold in his mind amazed him.

felt a surge from the scale, and strength flooding into his

because of the scale and Zen could feel the

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

pieces together. His experience being forged in the fires of the kiln gave Zen

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

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

nervously and shook his head, struggling to wrap his head around the fantastic idea.

he realized how difficult it was to

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

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

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

sat cross-legged in the blazing fire, as the golden

Unable to sense the presence of his Hell Fire Sword any more, he wondered

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

create his spiritual weapon! Was it possible he