Crimson Flame

Welcome to Eteliria, the Kingdom above the floating clouds.
Let us push open the Gateway, pick up our staffs, and the adventure will begin from here—
Through the hills of clouds and seas, like floating grass, the shallow rivers gleam;
Across the meadows flowing with gold and honey, filled with laughter, beneath Rodell's cottages, a gentle song drifts.
Through Egon's ancient forests, where dark vines grow rampant and whispers linger;
Over ridges and between Chongshan peaks, shadows stir in the Underground World, danger lurks at every turn, and swords reflect light.
The tale of a boy chasing his dreams, above the sky and cloud ridges, the Giant Dragon's Shadow, soaring with outstretched wings.
And after time has been sealed away, the hearth fire still burns bright.

Pillar of Yita

The Lonely White Field swung his blade in a backhand stroke, and the sharp sword split the light as it passed through the forest, reflecting a figure intersecting with it.


The swords clashed, once, and then again, the third strike came with a high-frequency tremor. A longsword spiraled up into the air, spinning as it fell into the nearby bushes.


The empty-handed Blood Oath Swordsman retreated a step in surprise.


Then, a cold, chilling gleam of a sword reflected in his eyes, he bowed his head, watching as the sharp blade pierced his chest, a glaring crimson bloom.


The Lonely White Field gently pushed the gradually cooling body, and it fell into the bushes, transforming into scattered points of light.


The faint light seemed somewhat conspicuous in the darkness.


The Lonely White Field knew this might expose his position, he picked up a piece of fallen equipment and immediately turned and sprinted in another direction.


Chapter 151: Global Vision