The fierce winds of the nine heavens howled past, cutting like knives and hewing like axes. They rang against his defenses, sharp beyond measure.
Jiang Ding turned into a streak of sword light and sped through the world-boundary wind layer. His sword light cleaved through gust after gust without suffering the slightest damage as he hurtled toward the earth.
Behind him, Immortal Sect warships and Aerospace Fighters flew in dense formations. Their crushing pressure rolled outward, instantly smoothing away the fierce winds around them so the formations were no longer affected.
A small world had several layers. Outermost was the hard world boundary, followed by a layer of boundary lightning that could smash oversized meteorites and alien creatures. The Immortal Sect's military formations had blasted through both and sent their landing forces inside.
The third layer was the fierce wind layer, where they were now.
Razor-sharp winds of the nine heavens blew here year-round. Even Nascent Soul Cultivators found them deeply troublesome; ordinary cultivators would die the moment they entered.
Only the fourth layer, the cloud layer, was fit for living things.
A sheet of murky magnetic light flew in from afar and struck the Sword Qi shield around Jiang Ding. It left a few spots that took a moment to fade.
That magnetic light persisted year-round in the Magnetic Earth Realm's fierce wind layer, making it more dangerous than those of ordinary small worlds. It was also the source of the realm's name.
The cause was the realm's abundant spirit-magnetic ore and the power spilling from it.
Three thousand years ago, on the eve of the life-or-death battle that destroyed the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, the Immortal Sect and the Eight Great Immortal Sects had agreed to divide the spoils of war, broadly following principles of fairness. The Magnetic