A Legendary Blacksmith

A burly old man was hammering down a sword, the sword although unfinished, had a golden light around it. The sword looked mystical and had a sense of sharpness.

Sweat trickled down his back as he worked in the extremely hot temperatures. Even he as a Nascent Realm cultivator, could feel the extreme heat.

He made many godly weapons during the years, until he broke through and became a body transforming cultivator. Already being a famous figure for his skills, could be considered on par with a transcendent figure in status.

His long beard and red skin, yes red skin, he was apart of the demon race. Dwarves envied his talent and demons welcomed him with open arms.

His horns were purple and his hair was black, adorned with colors was very good looking.

{Chapters will be short until the real story}