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 the humans and monsters 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!

This book is also called Counterattack the Heavens from the Blue Silver Grass.

First stop: Douluo World

The main story in the Douluo Continent, refining the heart to seek the way, leading the rise of the human race, changing the world, bringing a little different color to the Douluo World.

(Describe the characters objectively, and seek to restore the character of the characters, without excessive belittling or beautification.)

The introduction is weak, please read the text.

Climbing technology alone, creating civilization with bare hands. Passing fire from other worlds, the myth of Genesis.

This is a story after an ordinary person picked up the Book of Creation.

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The black hands behind the scenes are farming in the early stage.

Eat a meal, the state of fullness acts on oneself

[Satisfaction: Regain physical strength by 1 point per minute, continue to ∞]

Never have to eat anymore

Put a piece of talisman paper on the body, and the magical action of Jiama acts on itself

[Jia Ma Shen Xing: Increase the movement speed by 1000%, continue to ∞]

Knock a medicine to increase the soul, temper the body, nourish the soul, and prolong life. . . Act on oneself, eat one tube for life.

The secret technique garbage that broke out for three seconds of weakness for three years? No, that is the strongest magical skill!

Feel the long rhyme of waiting for a thousand years? No, it spins around me every day!

I am me, a male god who transforms moments into eternity→_→. . .