After a few hours, the Cloud Dragon Ark approached Iron Will City. It was a metropolis of immense proportions, its walls stretching as far as the eye could see, its towers reaching for the heavens. The city was a testament to the power and prosperity of the Iron Will Realm, a symbol of its dominance in the art of forging.
"This is Iron Will City," Shi Nansun said, his voice filled with awe. "It is the heart of our realm, the center of our forging industry."
Yun Lintian gazed upon the city, his eyes scanning its vast expanse. He saw countless workshops, their forges burning brightly, their hammers ringing with a rhythmic clang.
He saw merchants trading rare ores and precious metals, their voices echoing through the bustling streets. He saw cultivators coming and going, their auras radiating power and ambition.
The city was a melting pot of talent and opportunity, a place where blacksmiths could hone their skills, showcase their creations, and find their fortune.
