Castle of Black Iron
After the Catastrophe, every rule in the world was rewritten. In the Age of Black Iron, steel, iron, steam engines and fighting force became the crux in which human beings depended on to survive. A commoner boy by the name Zhang Tie was selected by the gods of fortune and was gifted a small tree which could constantly produce various marvelous fruits. At the same time, Zhang Tie was thrown into the flames of war, a three-hundred-year war between humans and demons on the vacant continent. Using crystals to tap into the potentials of the human body, one must cultivate to become stronger. The thrilling legends of mysterious clans, secrets of Oriental fantasies, numerous treasures and legacies in the underground world — All in the Castle of Black Iron! Written by Drunk Tiger, this novel is a prime example of fantasy steampunk. Let us journey through the world of limitless possibilities and inventions together! ------ **Warning: This novel contains mature content**
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It was a sunny day. Lying on the wildflowers which covered the field, Zhang Tie was biting a grass stalk and appeared to have fallen asleep, eyes closed, hands under his head, in the enchanting breeze.
Above Zhang Tie's head, there was a huge green umbrella of a dragon-pattern tree which was higher than 20 m. It could rightly serve as a shelter for Zhang Tie. Only broken sunlight penetrated through the gap between swaying tree leaves and cast onto Zhang Tie like silver pieces. It felt warm, pleasant yet dark.
This hillside which was covered with red, pink, purple and white wildflowers was pretty vast. Looking into far, it was all a sea of blossoms within 10 miles. Nobody could be seen here. Besides happy bees flying among flowers, Zhang Tie could also smell the fragrance of flowers facing the breeze every once a while. In addition, Zhang Tie could hear the "rustles" of leaves of the dragon-pattern tree above his head rocking in the breeze.