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.

Powder with Ten Flavors gradually fading beneath

until touched by the black flame. Suddenly, the calm furnace blazed out of control, flames growing and blazing. The

of Zen, the black flame appeared like

the black flame when it emerged before

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 of

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

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 head, could

in his mind that the black flame sent the drops of iron to the

was decorated 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

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

from the Hell Fire Sword activated a scale of the dragon

unfold in his

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

Zen

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

put the pieces together. His experience being forged in the fires of the kiln gave Zen a deeper understanding of the great

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

how incredible his might would be if he

struggling to wrap his head around the fantastic idea.

realized how difficult it was to trigger the dragon

Sword was

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

needed to analyze everything thoroughly and not

himself against arrogance and impatience, Zen sat cross-legged in the blazing fire, as the golden whirlpools on his skin sucked in more lotus flames, and continued to forge his body.

in, with an expression of doubt as he watched the strange scene. Unable to sense the presence of his Hell

that the fires he released into the furnace were dwindling, Evil

spiritual weapon! Was it possible he succeeded?