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 heavens,

downgrader's avatars appeared before him again.

quickly began to think of other places where he could continue condensing into his original form.

him. It was the voice of

Zen asked.

useless things," the ancestry-level bloodline

mean? Are you saying I shouldn't do anything about this?" Zen asked with anger

large number of strong and powerful opponents. For the first time in his life, he had

and closer to the Pear Hill, he knew everything would be destroyed. Everything he had done was going to be for nothing. The thought that he couldn't even do anything about it

was just too powerful to be defeated.

when the ancestry-level bloodline began to speak again, catching his attention. "I've found Clarence's memories,"

"What did you say?"

asked, not being sure if he had heard right.

Staff was brought back, the ancestry-level bloodline was certain its memories were stored in the crystal,

been crushed into pieces by the downgrader. His body parts, as well as the crystal, merged into the Burial

inherit Clarence's memories," the ancestry-level

asked, furrowing his brows

ancestry-level bloodline. I'm not a part of Clarence. You're more suitable

refuse, he felt a sharp pain from the back of his brain. "Argh!" he screamed in pain. All of a sudden, endless memories came flooding in, reaching even the deepest parts of

Boom!

was gone, things returned to normal.

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

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

help but ask, taking

the perfect land," an unfamiliar voice answered.

nothing in here. How can this be perfect?" he asked, confused

a different definition of perfection. What was perfect for

countless ripples 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

walls looked similar to those of the fairy palace but even more like those of the Luo Clan's old

very much like younger versions of

Zen felt a sense of peace and contentment in his

he managed to do it, especially so easily, but