Warhammer Cultivation: Cultivating the Tao Te Ching in the 40K Universe

The powerless wreckage of the Red Tear, trailing long plumes of black smoke and flames, was mercilessly captured by the planet's gravity.

It was like a dying whale, howling as it plunged onto the earth, a land filled with betrayal and death.

And amidst that rain of wreckage.

A golden figure fell along with a huge piece of armor plate.

Saint Gilles expelled his last mouthful of golden blood in space.

His consciousness was already blurred.

All I could hear was the sound of the wind and the roar of the Red Tear ship exploding.

A complete loss.

Not only did they lose their power, but they were also stripped of their essence, and they couldn't even protect their flagship and offspring.

“Father… Hector…”

He uttered his final murmur in his heart, and then he was plunged into complete darkness.

Horus did not fall with it.

He hovered among the shattered orbital debris, his black and gold cloak fluttering in the vacuum.

He watched the fiery meteor plummet towards the earth.

Watching that once perfect brother fall to the dust like a meteorite.

Horus's face displayed a complex expression, a mixture of sadness and arrogance.

He looked down at the planet, at the burning sky, and whispered:

"Brother, look at the sky."

"The last rays of the old era are fading."

"And the new era..."

Horus opened his arms and embraced the starry sky.

"...It has arrived."

Chapter 539 Qinglian and the Enemy at the Gates (Extremely Long Chapter)

István III, within the atmosphere.

"Whoosh—boom—"

The air was burning. The wreckage of the Red Tear was like a desolate rain of metal, relentlessly dragged to the earth by the planet's gravity.

At the heart of this destruction, Saint Gilles' shattered body was falling along with a massive mithril deck.

His consciousness was teetering on the edge of life and death, and his golden divine blood evaporated in the high temperature, turning into wisps of pale golden mist.

A clear, resonant sound did not come from the outside, but from deep within the fractured core section of the Red Tear.

The "Dao Domain Spirit Network Terminal" that Saint Gilles always carried with him on the Red Tear Ship—that seemingly unadorned black stone tablet—suddenly overloaded on its own.

The obscure and incomprehensible cloud patterns originally engraved on the surface of the stone tablet now seemed to come alive, radiating an azure-gold brilliance that was impossible to look directly at.

A beam of light, not dazzling but brimming with vitality, shot into the sky.

It defied the laws of physics and atmospheric friction, instantly piercing through the thick armor wreckage and precisely catching up with the falling Saint Gilles.

The light flowed, as if imbued with spirit, and wrapped around the archangel's shattered body.

The next second, a miracle occurred.

At the top of that pillar of light, a huge, translucent, blue lotus seedpod slowly bloomed.

Saint Gilles's descent did not slow down, but just as he was about to hit the ground, the enormous blue lotus gently supported him, and also supported the Red Tear's last remaining core section.

There was no loud impact.

There were no earth-shattering explosions.

The kinetic energy, powerful enough to shatter a Titan, vanished without a trace the instant it touched the lotus petals, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

The earth trembled only slightly before the blue lotus took root and became an indestructible barrier, keeping all the flames, shockwaves, and death at bay.

At the center of the blue lotus, the archangel lay quietly, his once fatal wound visibly stopping bleeding and healing under the nourishment of the blue-gold light.

Beside him, Azkaran and the surviving members of the Holy Blood Guard in the core section stared blankly at the sky above, which should have been a sea of ​​hellfire but was now covered by huge blue petals.

“Lord Dao… could it be…?” Azkalan murmured to himself, tears streaming down his face.

István V, high orbit.

"what?!"

Horus, who was suspended in the void, had his face, which was originally full of coldness and arrogance, freeze instantly and then become extremely ugly.

He stared intently down below.

Looking at that increasingly dazzling lapis lazuli beam of light that pierced through the murky atmosphere of Istvan III and pierced straight into the deep space of the universe.

Within that pillar of light, he sensed a familiar yet powerful aura.

Hector Kane.

No, it was more profound and vast than the Hector he remembered.

If Hector was a sharp sword before, then this aura is a bottomless abyss, or the sun and moon hanging high in the sky.

The beam of light is more than just a shield.

It is a signal from the supreme being, who is about to cast their gaze!

"Damn it! He's out of seclusion?!"

Horus's heart pounded. He had just devoured the essence of Saint Gilles, and the power had not yet fully merged. If he were to face Hector, whose realm was unknown and who might even have already transcended dimensions, at this moment...

The risk is too great!

He knew what Hector had done in Moro, and even more so what he had gained through that door!

Hector is the biggest variable on this chessboard.

"We can't fight here! At least not now!"

Horus made a decisive decision.

He turned around abruptly and, through the entire broadcast channel, issued a retreat order to the entire fleet.

Attention all units! The plan has changed!

"Abaddon! Halt the original plan! Destroy all ships still within or outside the atmosphere capable of escaping planetary gravity!"

"All fleets, prepare for warp jump!"

Abaddon, aboard the Space Wolf flagship in near-Earth orbit of the Istvan III, paused for a moment upon hearing the order.

Although his heart was filled with doubt and resentment, his loyalty to Horus was absolute.

The Sixth Legion flagship commander beside him looked on in bewilderment at the supervising officer who had arranged for almost all of the Sixth Legion's Astartes to land on Istvan III in search of his father.

He couldn't understand the War General's public domain orders at all. What plan? What ships? What about destroying while preparing?

Abaddon looked at him, a bloodthirsty, sinister smile spreading across his face, and drew his chainsaw sword with lightning speed!

In the cosmic dimension.

That light didn't just shine in Istvan.

It was like a resounding bell, the ripples it created spreading along the pre-laid "Dao Domain Spiritual Network" to the entire galaxy's spiritual network terminals in an instant.

The "Tao" resonates.

Extreme Starfield, Macurag.

Deep within Hera's Fortress.

At the center of that enormous static field, Robert Guilliman's blue cocoon floated silently.

Suddenly, the Lingwang terminal placed in a corner of the hall lit up.

A bluish-gold radiance flowed out like mercury spilling onto the ground, instantly enveloping the entire hall.

The previously somewhat unstable force field became incredibly stable under the blessing of this radiance.

The gentle light enveloped Guilliman's giant cocoon, isolating it from all possible interference and prying from the outside world.

The Ultramarines patrolling the outskirts of the fortress looked up in surprise and saw a beam of blue light shooting into the sky from the top of the fortress.

Stormy Starfield, Noctun.

Deep within a massive active volcano.

Lava churned, and the heat was intense.

Vulcan's primordial cocoon is immersed in scorching subterranean fire.

Just then, the spirit net stone tablet that the fire lizards had placed on the rock wall suddenly burst forth with a dazzling light.

The blue light and red magma intertwined, transforming into a magnificent two-tone pillar of light that shot straight into the sky.

The previously violent geological activity subsided instantly under the soothing force of this power, and the entire Nocturn volcanic group seemed to bow in homage to that pillar of light.

This is the Imperial Fist's mobile fortress, and also the flagship of Roger Dorne.

At this moment, this warship, as large as an asteroid, is facing an unprecedented crisis.

A massive fleet of Word Bearers, without any warning, forcibly severed the Mountain Array's planned subspace jump, bringing it to a halt at the edge of the real universe.

“I am Loka Aurelion.”

The voice of the Primarch of the Word Bearers is echoing in every communication channel of the Ark Mountain Array.

“My brother Dorn needs help. I know he had an accident and turned into a…maybe a stone, a cocoon.”

"Let me board the ship, I have a way to save him."

On the bridge, Sigismund, the first company commander of the Imperial Fist, stood with his hand on his black sword, his face ashen.

Since my father turned into a stone-like cocoon, so many earth-shattering things have happened in such a short time.

The War General's public questioning, and the convening order for the second meeting of the Primitive Body.

After hesitating until today, he finally decided to abide by the framework of the War Council. It was also because the Warmaster claimed that he could save the Primarch from his abnormal state that Sigismund made up his mind to set off for Istervan with the Primarch's cocoon.

Then, it was abruptly stopped by the sudden appearance of the Logar Primarch for unknown reasons!

"That's a lie! Luo Jia is a Dao Domain Primal Body, and they are at odds with the War Commander! Every word he says is poisoned!"

"Sir, their landing craft are definitely preparing to force their way in!"

Horus's tactical advisors were frantically trying to persuade Sigismund.

The Spirit Network terminal on the Luo Jia ship suddenly malfunctioned.

"This is……"

Before Sigismund could react, a magnificent, majestic, and absolutely ordered cyan-gold radiance erupted from within the Word Bearer's hull, piercing through layers of decks and traversing astronomical distances.

The light shone directly on Dorne, which had transformed into a giant cocoon of stone.

The light spread, instantly covering the entire mountain formation fleet.

Luo Jia, who had prepared dozens of backup plans, had barely started when he was forced to stare dumbfounded at the Spirit Network terminal beside him.

This plan was never implemented.

With this "Daoist resonance" that runs through the Milky Way, all the crises seem to have been temporarily alleviated, or rather, turned around.

What about Nukaria?

The Taiji Hall was completely empty.

The peaceful and idyllic life here is not as idyllic as one might imagine.

Nukelia was already a battlefield long before the resonance occurred.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The outer orbit of the star system was densely packed with warships.