Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

At that time, dominated by the intent of the cyan dragon, he was torn and smashed unceasingly. The pain he had suffered when he was still at the Luo house was more intolerable than what he was experiencing now.

"This pain is nothing! I should just treat it as exercise for my soul!"

Zen murmured in a bid to encourage himself to stay strong. He shook his head and tried to work up the courage to continue walking into the hall. Soon, Zen found that he could march further into the hall for tier 4 cultivation methods.

As he approached the small wooden bookcase, despite the attacks of the shadows, Zen noticed that there was a passageway behind the hall.

"Why would there be a passageway here? Isn't the hall for tier 4 cultivation methods the last hall?" Zen was a little shocked.

Ever since he was a child, Zen had heard that there were only four tiers of cultivation methods. He had never heard of a cultivation method higher than tier 4.

All of a sudden, his curiosity was aroused. 'Perhaps I should enter the passageway and see if there are any higher-tier cultivation methods, ' thought Zen.

Still undecided, Zen took a minute to skim the bookcase in this hall. Tier 4 cultivation methods highly tempted Zen. Earlier, access to a tier 3 cultivation method would have pleased Zen. He had never dreamed of being in a position to access a tier 4 cultivation method!

After hesitating and thinking for a while, Zen found that he couldn't abjure his curiosity.

Others didn't have a chance to enter the hall for tier 4 cultivation methods, but he did. Now that he had come this far, why shouldn't he try to find out whether there were higher-tier cultivation methods?

At this thought, Zen decided to explore the passageway.

The passageway was not wide or spacious. It wasn't well decorated either. The floors and walls of the corridor had rotten over time. As soon as Zen entered the corridor, which was about 10 feet long, he felt a reprieve from the attack of the purple shadows.

'The overwhelming intent of the Vengeful Beast doesn't exist here?' Zen wondered.

Zen marched ahead. At the end of the corridor

and not very big. In the center stood a black monument.

when he realized that this

thought dawned on Zen, a supernatural beast formed by condensed purple

the hall for tier 4 cultivation methods. Comparatively, it looked more real in this chamber. It was purple

the dead Vengeful Beast. This beast is so indomitable that its intent is still perceivable in this space even though it has been dead for many years. The intent of the Vengeful Beast

the Vengeful Beast was much stronger than the intangible shadows. Besides, Zen felt more pressure from this monster. The spiritual

had put himself

flash if the Vengeful Beast's soul attacked him. If that happened, Zen would turn into a soulless

soon as he realized the danger that lay ahead, Zen winced and stepped back in fear. He didn't want to disturb the soul of the Vengeful Beast and accidentally invite

the intangible shadows he had left behind in the hall had blocked the passageway. A bitter smile grew on his face

on a cultivation method. Is it necessary to set such dangerous traps?' Zen couldn't

very few people at Cloud Sect could

associated with his or her strength. Even powerful people who had reached the nature level would be unable to step into the hall for tier 4 cultivation methods if their soul wasn't powerful enough.

Beast, the intangible shadows in the passageway flew straight towards

the situation was

weighing his options, Zen rushed toward the intangible shadows in the passageway. He knew that he would be in extreme agony if the shadows attacked his soul. Zen also understood that it would be better to suffer pain from the attacks of the shadows than to be turned into

of the Vengeful Beast was faster. It almost came behind Zen in

"Ow!"

shriek. It was only about several inches away from Zen. If he turned to look, Zen was certain that he would be able to see his

moment, the huge furnace in his brain rotated slowly. From deep within him, a low growl was