Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

If Zen had been an ordinary disciple at the marrow refining level, he would have been crushed into muddy flesh under the total pressure of one hundred thousand pounds.

Even nature creatures could not endure this level of pressure.

Though determinedly resisting the pressure, Zen was on the verge of being destroyed.

Zen felt as though he was carrying a mountain. Even breathing felt like an impossible act.

"It's unbelievable that a cultivator at the Illuminating Soul Realm is so strong. I have no chance to fight back!" Zen could not move at all, but he did not give up trying to find a way out of this situation. Now that he was in the state of forgetting himself, he could keep calm even when on the brink of death.

Zen was concerned about the cracks that continued to appear on his body. Each bled profusely, and he knew that he was running out of time.

However, after entering the state, Zen could ignore the pain. It was as if his body had become someone else's body.

Zen thought, 'What other options do I have?

Broken Flying Knife…

Dragon Scales…

Spiritual Thorn…

Zen figured, 'I have tried all of these and none seemed to work as I had hoped.'

The only cultivation method that Zen had not used yet was Heavenly Ogre Fist.

method. And Zen was the only disciple at Cloud Sect who had knowledge of that method. Thus, its power could not be underestimated. However, it had proven to be challenging when Zen had tried it. He had spent a long time practicing it, hoping to produce a hint of demonic

after exhausting efforts, there had been no outcome.

he could reproduce this

the tier-five cultivation method but not being able to

failures, Zen had to put Heavenly Ogre Fist to one

edge of life and death, and he had no other alternatives, he needed to try Heavenly

when Zen sensed that perhaps in a few breaths his body would be

obstacles. I have only recently started to climb the mountain, and I want to get to the top to look over the vast, wonderful

see if I can produce the demonic life energy!' Zen

pressure of the lotuses, Zen's spine had bent into a horseshoe shape. Coincidentally, this was the starting posture for the

began to direct his life energy to flow

then circulates via body energy lines — mysterious tubes for cultivation. Similar to blood vessels, body energy lines help carry life energy, life vitality, and so on throughout body; the energy runs

as he had

he had never succeeded.

well Zen

disappointment, Zen did not give up. He tried again according

effect the second time he tried.

"Crack!"

appeared on Zen's

eight cracks had surfaced on Zen's body. As the number of

time to think about his

time, Zen felt as though something

Did I manage? Am I successful?' Zen was surprised.