The Crimson Crucible

Looking down from above, the Chilian Continent floated deep in the starry expanse like a jewel. Legend had it that the continent had formed from a fragment of a melting pot. Qin Yang was fifteen, yet still a timid weakling who couldn’t even fight a chicken. His peer Long Yiyi had already become a five-star weapon refiner. Their once-peaceful lives were disrupted by the continent’s increasingly frequent and mysterious tremors...