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**
Since they had just taken a round in the underground space for less than 1 hour, they didn't make any great achievement. At most, they had been familiar with the location, the size and the surrounding environment of the bloody sea. Additionally, their curiosities were satisfied.
Of course, Zhang Tie was an exception.
When Zhang Tie exited the hole, his mentality had been utterly different than that when he entered it. However, Zhang Tie didn't reveal any abnormal expression as if he had discovered nothing.
The rain was heavier. Zhang Tie's protective battle qi isolated his body from rainwater once again. He looked up at the cloudy sky as he felt a bit chilly. That golden airboat had already left, leaving Iron-Dragon Airboat suspending alone in Pingsha Valley.
"Let's go back to the airboat, there's nothing to look at here!" Zhang Tie waved his hand as he walked towards the airboat with all the others.