On this day, every Ningming sensed that something was wrong with the world. The rotation of the iron slurry, which they had long taken for granted, gradually slowed to a halt. The active iron atoms and free electrons within the flow gradually lost their externally supplied kinetic energy.
Liquid iron slurry could not originally form "magnetic domains." Liquid iron was not attracted to magnets. But under the immense pressure down here, even high-temperature liquid iron would contain a few tiny crystals. Combined with the Ming Clan's control over electromagnetic fields, it was possible to forcibly create a region of iron slurry that could be driven by magnetic force.
Eighteen Ningming Mahayana cultivators rotated within the column-like magnetic field lines at the magnetic north pole, using the planet's natural magnetic field to drag the iron slurry along.
Each of them seemed to be hauling a dozen mountain ranges, even an entire ocean. Though the Fire Folk were naturally weak, they moved through the planet's magnetic field and used the convection of the magma itself to accelerate the iron slurry.
Thus, a mere eighteen Ningming Mahayana cultivators kept this region of iron slurry flowing without rest.
But now, their homeland—this expanse of iron slurry—was gradually ceasing to flow.
All the Ningming sensed it. In silence, they drove their herds toward the north pole.
Hao Chongzhi was still busy measuring the extent and density of this iron slurry region, trying to determine exactly what method the Ningming had used to create such a homeland. Meanwhile, Wang Qi used his spiritual sense to catch the fleeting beams of high-energy particles within the iron slurry, recording the Ningming vocabulary.
After a while, Wang Qi spoke. "Have you noticed that there seem to be more Ningming around us?"
The other two, their true bodies aboard the