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.

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

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

of Zen, the black flame appeared

black flame when it emerged before it rushed at the Hell Fire

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 been laid.

Zen's face when he saw the power of the black flame, and he wondered, 'What the hell is this black flame? How can it

over him. He knew his body was as hard as a mysterious weapon; however, he couldn't put the molten metal in his head, could

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

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 tail began emitting a green brilliance,

from the Hell Fire Sword activated a scale of the

unfold in

from the scale, and strength flooding into

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

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

face brimmed with ecstasy as he put the pieces together. His experience being forged in the fires of the kiln gave Zen a deeper understanding of the

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, he saw white,

Zen wondering, how incredible his might would

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

he realized how difficult it was to trigger the dragon scales.

to Evil Lan, the Hell Fire Sword was a

them. 'Even if all

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

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

to sense the presence of his Hell Fire Sword any more, he wondered if it had been merged into the boy. Evil Lan couldn't sense the

that the fires he released into the furnace were dwindling, Evil Lan was curious about

he managed to create his spiritual weapon!