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

quiet until touched

Zen, the black

the black flame when 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

shock was on Zen's face when he saw the power of the black flame, and he wondered, 'What the hell is this

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

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

vessel was decorated by nine dragons with their eyes closed, except the cyan dragon. As Zen watched, he saw the dragon lift its head, roar

green brilliance, giving it the

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

was seeing unfold in

the scale, and strength flooding into his body.

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

it feasible for me to activate many, or even all of the dragon scales

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

cyan dragon scales were all stimulated? Not only the cyan dragon but, above that dragon, he saw white, purple, black and

great furnace left Zen wondering, how incredible his might would be if

to wrap his head around the fantastic idea.

knew, he realized how difficult it was to

Lan, the Hell Fire Sword was a topmost mysterious

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

needed to analyze everything thoroughly and

Zen sat cross-legged in the blazing fire, as the golden whirlpools on his skin sucked in

the furnace, Evil Lan was looking in, with an expression of doubt as he watched the strange scene. Unable to sense the presence of his

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

create his spiritual weapon! Was