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.

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

flames, Zen felt a giant furnace come to life in his mind. It had always been there, dormant and quiet until touched by the black flame. Suddenly,

black

when it

it was sitting in a blazing fire for a long time. As soon as the black flame touched this

power of the black flame,

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

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

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

a green brilliance,

the remnants from the Hell Fire Sword activated a scale of

seeing unfold in his

Zen felt a surge from the scale, and

scale and Zen could feel the intense power

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

put the pieces together. His experience being forged in the

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

how incredible his might would be if he stimulated the scales of all of

head around the fantastic idea. This was all so

he realized how difficult it was to

Evil Lan, the Hell Fire Sword was a topmost

would take to 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 dragon's scales, and not even

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

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

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 boy's

furnace were dwindling, Evil Lan was curious about

spiritual weapon! Was it possible he succeeded?