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.

with Ten Flavors gradually fading

felt a giant furnace come to life in 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 growing and blazing. The flames hit Zen's consciousness and flashed out his brows!

Zen, the black flame appeared

black flame when it emerged before it rushed

was forged by Evil Lan, 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 few drops

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

the iron that remained before vanishing into Zen's sea of consciousness. Panic swept over him. He knew

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

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

a green brilliance, giving it the appearance of a flawless emerald.

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

in

scale, and strength flooding

of the scale and Zen could feel the intense

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

experience being forged in the fires of the kiln gave Zen a deeper understanding

the cyan dragon scales were all stimulated? Not only the cyan dragon but, above that dragon, he

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

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

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

Lan, the Hell Fire Sword was a topmost mysterious

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

as he discerned. He needed to

in the blazing fire, as the golden whirlpools on his skin sucked in more lotus flames,

doubt as he watched the strange scene. Unable to sense the presence of his Hell Fire Sword any more, he wondered if it had been merged into the boy. Evil

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

to create his spiritual weapon! Was it possible he succeeded?