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 gradually fading beneath the burning fires.

in his mind. It had always been there, dormant and quiet until touched by the black flame. Suddenly, the calm furnace blazed out of control, flames

front of Zen, the black

flame when it emerged before it rushed

long time. As soon as the black flame touched this allegedly top grade, priceless mysterious weapon -- the Hell Fire Sword, it

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

into Zen's sea of consciousness. Panic swept over him. He knew his body was as hard as a mysterious

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

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

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

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

seeing unfold in

a surge from the scale, and strength flooding into his

because of the scale and Zen could feel the intense

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

ecstasy as he put the pieces together. His experience being forged in the

happen if tens of thousands of the cyan dragon scales were all stimulated? Not only the cyan dragon but, above that dragon,

wondering, how incredible his might

wet his lips nervously and shook his head, struggling to wrap his head around

he realized how difficult it was to trigger the

to Evil Lan, the Hell Fire Sword was a topmost

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

He needed to analyze

and impatience, Zen sat cross-legged in the blazing fire, as the golden

his Hell Fire Sword any more, he

were dwindling, Evil Lan was curious about what was going on in

managed to create his spiritual weapon!