Start by Refining Fire Huan Cloth

In the Red Stone Village of Nanhuang, three hundred mining slaves knelt down and worshiped Red Stone, praying for a long life without getting sick. We are all human beings, why can they fly in the sky while we can only make a living in the dark mines? Chen Ji asked. Everything is fate. Chen Ji didn't believe it and didn't recognize it. His journey began when he refined the first piece of Huohuan cloth.