Zhao Ziyue was like a competent guide, introducing Yu Ci to the Grand Magnetic Array. Meanwhile, Lu Qing piloted the flying boat forward at a leisurely pace until they reached the outskirts of the transformed black storm. Yu Ci saw a gigantic passageway more than ten li in cross-sectional diameter. According to Zhao Ziyue, this passage led straight to the ground, where Fengdu City's surface-side satellite city stood: the Sanlian Bastions.
The black storm formed the circular walls of the passageway, spinning at high speed, while its hollow center contained not a speck of sand or dust. Naturally, the black storm was never lacking in ferocious beasts and savage birds, but here, whatever monstrous thing charged in could not escape being ground to death by the formations outside the circular walls.
Such a sight truly inspired amazement.
"This is the Grand Magnetic Array. At the beginning, it was actually nothing remarkable. It could only part the black storm for half a quarter-hour, and was often interrupted by accidents. Its present might is the result of formation and talisman masters from every path refining and adding to it over several calamities."
Zhao Ziyue spoke of it as familiarly as if reciting family treasures. "It is said that the surviving handiwork of more than four hundred masters remains within it, the earliest dating back over six calamities. It can truly be called an ancient relic beyond dispute. Every year, no small number of cultivators come here to study and examine it. Even the Heavenly Script Society broke its custom of 'no master, no station; no talent, no stay,' specially inviting True Man Guangwei from the southern lands to establish a branch here. Over this calamity, it has instead stirred up a fashion for talisman duels in the Northern Wasteland, especially north of