Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

Outside the defining line was where Zen stood, with a scenery that was full of vigorous plants and life but inside was covered with black gravels; the two opposing sides could be compared to heaven and hell.

In his fascination, he did not second guess to approach the other side. However, unexpectedly, two people appeared right in front of Zen.

They appeared to look like beggars who wore clothes that were torn and ragged.

When the two men looked at him, Zen began to feel an indescribable pain; the kind of pain that made Zen feel like he was being punctured by needles.

Zen had a feeling that the two were very strong. In fact, he thought that they might be stronger than Randall and that they could be compared with the people like Floyd, the Flying Dragon General.

"Are you going to the Hell Mountain, boy?" The two men stood on the demarcation line as they asked Zen.

"Yes, I am. Who are you?" asked Zen

"We are the guards of the Hell Mountain. You said you were going to Hell Mountain. Since this is the case, we would like to know if you know the rules," the mountain keeper wondered. The guards looked like they meant Zen no harm, but it was difficult not to feel uncomfortable around them. They curiously observed Zen who they deemed as a man who was at a low refining level. The mountain keepers thought to themselves, 'Very few people at such a level would come here.'

"It takes a hundred points to get in, doesn't it?" Zen asked. Before the keepers could answer, Zen already had his disciple's card out, pointing out that he was fit to enter the mountain the guards were safekeeping.

of the guards took the card and poured his orange-red life vitality onto it. After he had deducted a hundred points, the mountain keeper told Zen, "Going to Hell Mountain is not just a simple matter of a hundred points loss. Once you go over this line right here, you will lose all protection coming from the Cloud Sect. You will be on your own, and if you are killed, the Cloud Sect will have no accountability over your grave. Judging from your current state, it is

was; a chaotic place wherein no life was spared. No man

referred to it as

of people would prefer to be punished than to be exiled and entrusted to the

were notorious criminals who were sent to the mountain by the Cloud Sect to be punished for their

Hell Mountain. The world within it was an absolute jungle that left every

was no way out for the weak except being trampled on

with stronger people that had stronger influences doing whatever they wanted to, leaving those who were weak to fend for

into Hell Mountain on purpose in order to increase their strength, turning the mountain into their

the fact that there were cruel things in the

really do wish to cross this line," Zen said firmly and confidently. His eyes wandered around

stopped trying to talk the man out of it.

done by the guards and stepped in. There was no turning back

Zen finally arrived at

was a very steep path and on both sides of the path, there would be red embers glowing at intervals

thought, Zen began