This Blacksmith Comes from a Very Tough Background.

Thousands of years ago, there was a landmass kissed by the gods floating in the depths of the ocean - Daxi Continent. All races coexist, and humans rule the world with one name: Emperor of Light. The inheritance of Emperor Guang is a sacred object called the Emperor's Spirit Relic. The one who gets it will succeed Emperor Guang and wield supreme power. The eighth Light Emperor Xiupuansi turned this power into peace, and all races lived together for more than a century. But the strongest candle always goes out in the deepest night. Thirty years ago, Emperor Thupeonce died suddenly, and the Knights Templar disappeared with him. The continent was instantly broken into pieces, the five empires were separated by blood and fire, and the once holy land of Hongcheng was reduced to the "grave of the strong." Every few years, there are still peak experts who step into that land of narrow escape to touch the sleeping emperor spirit relics. No one succeeds. On the southern coast, in Yehuo Town, a remote fishing village in the Tianchao Empire, Pu Sheng, a boy from the blacksmith shop, lived the most ordinary life - hammering and forging iron, guarding the shop left by his grandfather. No one knew what was hidden inside this silent boy. No one knew that when he turned his palm, a ball of crimson flames appeared, and no one knew that he had already reached the blue level when he was fifteen years old. Only Pu Sheng himself remembers. I remember that late autumn moonlit night two years ago, three white-level experts fell from the sky. I remember my grandpa's back slowly straightening, the strange black light coming from behind, and those words that made the entire continent tremble—— "The Knights Templar are not dead yet."