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.

Powder with Ten Flavors gradually fading beneath the

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, the calm furnace blazed out of

of Zen, the black flame appeared like a living

when it emerged before it rushed

long time. As soon as the black flame touched

power of the black flame, and he wondered,

Sword 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 as a mysterious weapon; however, he couldn't

mind that the black flame sent the drops of iron to the cyan dragon on the wall of the ancient tripod.

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 the drops of

on the dragon's tail began emitting a green brilliance, giving it the appearance of a flawless emerald.

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

seeing unfold in

surge from the scale, and strength

the scale and Zen could feel

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

His experience being forged in 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,

Zen wondering, how incredible his might would be if

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

how difficult

Hell Fire Sword was a topmost mysterious weapon and extremely

only the essence 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

he discerned. He needed to analyze everything thoroughly and not

sat cross-legged in the blazing fire, as the

Lan 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 couldn't sense the

dwindling, Evil Lan was curious about what was going on in there.

to create his spiritual weapon! Was