Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

Inside the Burial Land, the cloud of Probability Extreme Form continued to stretch over the surface, covering it completely.

The figures of the downgrader came into sight and then left over and over again.

In less than a minute, tens of billions of avatars appeared, only to disappear, leaving without a trace. The number was meaningless when it came to infinity.

Over a thousand Zen's avatars in the cloud were killed. His real body was sliced into smaller parts and scattered around the Burial Land.

Despite this, Zen's ancestry-level bloodline, consciousness, and Extreme Form energies were still alive, pushing through the tragedy that had just happened.

Buzz!

With all that was left of his power and strength, Zen called his scattered body parts to come together and waited as it took shape.

However, before he could regain his balance, an uncountable number of the downgrader's avatars came to surround him.

"Go to hell!"

the downgrader's avatars said, launching palm strikes towards Zen.

Zen knew palm strikes were not very great in power. They weren't even strong enough to kill an Eternal Realm warrior.

What worried him was the number of avatars aiming the strikes at him at the same time. Enduring one strike was possible, but to endure tens of billions of strikes at the same time was a different ball game. For all he knew, they could have the power to burn him into ashes in the blink of an eye!

'In the primitive land, I would not die, ' Zen thought to himself. Even if his original body was broken, it would still remain inside the Burial Land.

However, as soon as his parts began to morph into his original body, what was always waiting for him were the downgrader's avatars, ready to attack him with great intensity.

Five times.

Ten times.

Fifty times.

One hundred times.

He had barely stitched his body parts back together, and the avatars were already breaking it down. It would be impossible for him to fight back.

"You're becoming desperate, Zen. I can feel it," the downgrader said. "I was generous enough to give you every chance to surrender, but you're too hard-headed. You still refused. Now, there's no time for regret. You'd better use the only time you have left to say goodbye to this world!"

Buzz!

foot of a mountain reaching the

his body began to regain shape, the downgrader's avatars appeared before him again. In a split-second, the giant mountain and Zen were smashed

quickly began to think of other places where he could continue condensing

doing this, he heard a voice call to him. It was the voice of the ancestry-level

Zen

things," the ancestry-level bloodline replied,

I shouldn't do anything about

powerful opponents. For the first time in his life, he had felt so

he had

was facing now was just too powerful to be defeated.

ancestry-level bloodline began to speak

"What did you say?"

if he

the ancestry-level bloodline was certain its memories were stored in the crystal, but it had never been able to

few moments back, Zen's physical body had been crushed into pieces by the downgrader. His body parts, as well as the crystal, merged into

Clarence's memories," the ancestry-level bloodline said.

his brows in confusion.

the ancestry-level bloodline. I'm not a part of Clarence. You're more suitable for this," it replied.

his brain. "Argh!" he screamed in pain. All of a sudden, endless memories came flooding in, reaching even

Boom!

sharp pain was gone, things returned to normal.

his own consciousness again. After this, he noticed that in front of him lay a

was absolutely nothing in it, but for some reason, it didn't make him feel empty. Ironically, it

am I?" Zen couldn't help but

in the perfect land," an unfamiliar voice answered.

is nothing in here. How can this be perfect?"

that everyone had a different definition of perfection. What was perfect for one person could be imperfect

his voice caused countless ripples to appear in

to transform. The sky became pure blue. Courtyard walls rose from the ground which was paved with cyan-colored bricks. A group of laughing children ran along the corridor, followed by the adults scolding them for

to those of the fairy palace but even more like

laughing children were very much like younger versions of Letitia, Margaret, and the others.

sense of

especially so easily, but he was very