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.

Bone-smashing Powder with Ten

until touched

Zen, the black flame appeared like a living

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

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

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

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

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

dragon's tail began emitting a green

remnants from the Hell Fire Sword

unfold in his mind amazed him.

the scale, and strength flooding into

the scale and Zen could feel the intense power as it grew!

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

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

scale forcibly increased his power several 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, purple, black and

how incredible his

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

he realized how difficult it was

Lan, the Hell Fire Sword was a topmost mysterious

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

silently as he discerned. He needed to analyze everything thoroughly and

blazing fire, as the golden whirlpools on his skin sucked in more lotus flames, and continued to forge

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 Lan

fires he released into the furnace were dwindling, Evil

spiritual weapon!