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.

felt the toxic Bone-smashing Powder with Ten Flavors

always been there, dormant and quiet until touched by the black flame. Suddenly, the calm furnace blazed out of control, flames growing and blazing.

black flame

black flame when it emerged before it rushed at the Hell

Sword 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

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

Fire Sword melted, the eerie flames rolled the iron that remained before vanishing into Zen's sea of consciousness. Panic swept over him. He knew

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

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 gray scales

tail began emitting a green brilliance, giving it the appearance of

the remnants from the Hell Fire Sword activated a

Zen was seeing unfold in his mind amazed

scale, and strength flooding into his body.

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

Zen wondering, 'Is it feasible for me to activate many, or even all of the dragon scales while the black flame devours more mysterious

Yes, that's it!' Zen's face brimmed with ecstasy as he put the pieces together. His experience being forged

scale forcibly increased his power several times, what would happen if tens of thousands of the cyan dragon scales were

dragons carved into the great furnace left Zen wondering, how incredible his might would

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

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

Lan, the Hell Fire Sword was

them. 'Even if all the treasures in the entire eastern

as he discerned. He needed to analyze everything thoroughly and not act hastily.

blazing fire, as the golden whirlpools on his skin

was looking in, with an expression of 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 Lan

he released into the furnace were dwindling, Evil Lan was

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