Shi Tianwu shared with you the magnetic field rotation

Chapter 547 A Grand Gathering of Magnetic Field Heroes

"Coo, coo coo coo~!"

When Song Jiang got up to urinate in the middle of the night, a row of owls perched on a tree in front of the house, their eyes glowing green as they stared at him, almost scaring him so much that he peed himself.

"This, this, this..."

Song Jiang quickly hid in the outhouse, relieved himself, and then hurried back inside.

Inside the room, Gongsun Sheng sat cross-legged on the bed, with the newly forged Songwen Ancient Sword lying horizontally on his lap. When Song Jiang entered the room, he opened his eyes and glanced at him, then closed them again after confirming that Song Jiang was alright.

"Mr. Yiqing, are you asleep?" Song Jiang asked Gongsun Sheng, who was on the opposite bed, craning his neck.

"No."

"Mr. Gongming, why can't you sleep?" Gongsun Sheng asked in return.

"Tomorrow is the 18th of August," Song Jiang replied.

“Then you should sleep even more, even if you can’t sleep, you should force yourself to sleep,” Gongsun Sheng said to Song Jiang.

“Mr. Yiqing, when the monk Xuanzang traveled to the west, he brought back the Mahayana Buddhist scriptures from the Great Thunder Temple in the Western Paradise. They were all written scriptures.”

"But the three volumes of heavenly books bestowed upon me by the Goddess of the Nine Heavens are blank. How can I share these blank heavenly books with the heroes of the world at the Heroes' Assembly?" Song Jiang said with distress.

"Mr. Gongming, have you ever heard of the inscription on the Martial God Stele that will appear at the Heroes' Gathering?"

"I've only heard that the King of Nan Yan attained enlightenment in front of the Martial God Stele, but I haven't heard that the Martial God Stele records any world-shaking martial arts techniques," Gongsun Sheng said.

"If you lack confidence, lend me the blank book now, and I'll return it to you after dawn."

Gongsun Sheng opened his eyes and looked at Song Jiang on the opposite bed.

"You see."

Song Jiang took out one of the three volumes of the Heavenly Book from his pocket and threw it to Gongsun Sheng.

The Heavenly Book was a jade scroll that emitted a faint green light in the darkness.

Gongsun Sheng stroked the Heavenly Book Jade Slip, feeling only its warmth in his hand, nothing more.

"It seems the time is not yet ripe, and the divine object will remain hidden."

Gongsun Sheng then returned the Heavenly Book to Song Jiang.

Song Jiang carefully kept the Heavenly Book Jade Slip close to his body, curled up on the bed, closed his eyes, and tried to sleep.

He kept a low profile when he arrived. He carefully avoided his old friends in Hangzhou, making sure they didn't know he was also there.

Gongsun Sheng silently refined the Songwen Ancient Sword, knowing that Song Jiang would inevitably clash with others at the Heroes' Gathering at dawn.

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August 18th arrived, and the city of Hangzhou was bustling with people. Heroes and warriors were all clutching their wooden plaques and heading out of the city.

The identity plaques, imbued with magnetic field power, vibrated and were drawn by the magnetic fields of Shi Jin and Wang Jin, guiding the heroes toward the Heroes' Platform built on the shore of Hangzhou Bay.

Along the way, heroes from all over the country gathered in Yuhang, calling out to their friends and traveling side by side in groups of three or five.

Wu Song draped the white tiger skin over his body, making him look like a tiger standing upright, and slowly walked alongside Wu Dalang toward the Hero's Platform.

Yang Zhi, seeing the Buddha through to the West, stayed by Zhao Xiaoguanren's side and accompanied him to the Hero's Terrace. Zhao Ji's guards were all left in Hangzhou, with only his personal eunuch Tong Guan by his side.

Chai Jin was feeling down because Wu Song had given him a painting of the current emperor, Zhao Ji, titled "The Night Banquet at Chenqiao".

In the painting, one side depicts the young emperor of the Later Zhou dynasty in the capital, while the other side shows Emperor Taizu Zhao Kuangyin, who was forced to don the yellow robe at Chenqiao.

The ink was not completely dry, clearly indicating that the painting was freshly made.

Chai Jin knew that the Emperor of the Song Dynasty had also come to the gathering of heroes.

Zhu Wu, Chen Da, and Yang Chun blended in with the crowd, but their identity tokens didn't register. The three were so nervous that cold sweat poured down their backs. They silently prayed that Shi Jin or the chivalrous Nan Yan wouldn't discover their deception.

Hundreds of people surged onto the Heroes' Platform, standing around the square tables and benches, not daring to sit down. "I've kept you heroes waiting..." Wang Jin stood on the stone platform and clasped his hands in a salute to the crowd, who immediately bowed in return.

"It's a real pity that some friends have passed away so early; perhaps they had family matters to attend to."

After Wang Jin finished speaking, the hundreds of people present laughed.

Wang Jin never explicitly stipulated who could participate in the Heroes' Gathering, but those who came to the gathering spontaneously screened those who wanted to participate. Some left because of verbal mockery, and some were forcibly driven away.

"Please have a seat, everyone. The Qiantang River tidal bore is coming soon."

As the waves crashed against the shore, Wang Jin turned his gaze toward Hangzhou Bay, and hundreds of people followed suit.

A black dot suddenly appeared in the murky tide.

The black dots moved toward the stone wall of Hero's Terrace, and the tide of the Qiantang River also surged toward Hero's Terrace.

The black dot is a black stone tablet, and a moving floating island gradually appears beneath the stone tablet.

The heroes and warriors could no longer sit still; they all rose and gazed at the black floating island in the Qiantang River.

Suddenly, a huge, dark green head emerged from the river, with sharp teeth and a ferocious appearance.

"What kind of monster is this!"

"It's a big turtle!"

"That's Xuanwu, isn't it?!"

When Lu Bian completed the magnetic mechanical life form Gamera in his backyard, the magnetic mechanical life form Gamera was only three meters in diameter.

In the past few months, after the magnetic field camela flew into the East China Sea, it developed rapidly and grew to its current enormous size of forty meters.

"The Martial God Stele has appeared in the world, and this is the test before you can comprehend it."

Wang Jin spoke to hundreds of heroes, and everyone heard him clearly.

"Does one have to climb onto the back of that Xuanwu behemoth to comprehend the Martial God Stele? The river is swift, and the tortoise shell is slippery; one wrong step and you'll be dead."

"Is no one willing to go?"

The heroes were all observing, watching to see if anyone would be the first to make a move.

"That's easy, I'm going now!!"

Two brothers emerged from the crowd, barefoot, their clothes half-open. After stretching their bodies, they rushed into the Qiantang River tide.

"It's Zhang Shun, the White Streak in the Waves!"

"And his brother, Zhang Heng, also known as Chuanhuo'er!!"

"These two are excellent swimmers, they're really lucky!"

"These two disappeared as soon as they saw water. Did they die in the tide?"

The tides of the Qiantang River surge from the East China Sea into Hangzhou Bay, and the magnetic field within the tides, Gamela, is not to be underestimated. To get on Gamela's back, one must go against the current.

"How difficult is this?"

Song Jiang heard Gongsun Sheng speak loudly and turned to look at him.

"Look at me, everyone."

Gongsun Sheng drew the Songwen Guding sword from his back. The sword soared into the air, and Gongsun Sheng gripped the hilt tightly as they flew together, instantly flying from the sky towards Gamera's back.

"How come there are sword immortals?!" someone exclaimed in panic.

Zhao Guanren's eyes lit up, and he wished he could rush over and hug Gongsun Sheng's leg immediately.

"Second brother, maybe you shouldn't go!"

"What are you saying, brother? Stay here and rest assured, I'll be right back." Wu Song took off the tiger skin and draped it over Wu Dalang, then took off his shoes and plunged into the Qiantang River.

(End of this chapter)