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**
Right under the gaze of all the people at present, Zhang Tie had people hand the joss that was made according to his original look to Bishop Maxim.
It was reasonable for those at present to be shocked by this scene. They were shocked by the joss instead of Zhang Tie's portable space-teleportation equipment. The moment Bishop Maxim opened his mouth, Zhang Tie had taken it out. This indicated that this joss had long existed. Due to some reason, Zhang Tie always kept it secretly.
At the sight of that joss, all the clergies' eyes gleamed. If not on such an occasion, they might have long swarmed up.
Those who knew a bit about sculpture and art understood that the joss was a masterpiece, not to mention the significance of the joss to the Ancient God Church.
Under the brilliant lamplight, the mithril gave out a mysterious and sacred metallic luster as if it had spirituality.