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.

the toxic Bone-smashing Powder with Ten Flavors gradually fading beneath the burning

there, dormant and quiet until touched by the black flame. Suddenly, the calm furnace blazed out of control, flames growing and blazing. The flames hit Zen's consciousness and flashed

black flame appeared like a living

from the black flame when it emerged

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

the power of the black flame, and he wondered, 'What the

Fire Sword melted, the eerie 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 his

the black flame sent the drops of iron to the cyan dragon

by nine dragons with their eyes closed, except the cyan dragon. As Zen watched, he saw the dragon lift its head, roar loudly and consume the drops of iron. After swallowing the iron drops, magical changes occurred, and the dragon's dull gray scales changed.

emitting a green brilliance, giving it the appearance of

when the remnants from the Hell Fire Sword

unfold in his mind

surge from the scale,

vigor increased radically because of the scale and Zen could feel the intense power

the events left Zen wondering, 'Is it feasible for me to activate many, or even all of the dragon scales while

experience being forged in the fires of the kiln gave

what would happen if tens of thousands of the cyan dragon scales were all stimulated?

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

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

pondered what he knew, he realized how difficult it was to trigger

Sword was a topmost mysterious weapon and extremely

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

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

in the blazing fire, as the golden

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

Evil Lan was curious about what was

his spiritual