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

Fenris. Hall of the Giant Wolf.

A huge bonfire roared in the center of the hall, illuminating the grotesque and terrifying skulls hanging on the walls.

The Savage King, Leman Ruth, along with several of his most trusted rune priests, watched the video from Terra.

Throughout the entire process, this Primarch, known for his rage and frankness, remained completely silent.

When the video ended, the hall fell into a deathly silence.

Only the campfire crackled and popped.

Finally, Ruth picked up his enormous goblet made from the skull of a Kraken and drank the amber-colored Fenris mead inside in one gulp.

He slammed his wine glass down on the table with a loud thud.

Instead of watching the video, he turned to look at the eldest rune priest beside him, the Storm Prophet, Ojin.

His voice was deep and hoarse, like the cold wind on an icy plain.

"Can you smell... what's in this breeze blowing from Terra?"

The old rune priest closed his eyes, which seemed to hold the stars.

After a long while, he slowly spoke, his voice equally aged and hoarse.

"The wind is very still."

"But beneath the silence..."

"It is an abyss."

Riemann Russ nodded.

His enormous hand caressed the Frostblade "Mokai" at his waist.

"Then keep an eye on it."

"A wolf that doesn't howl is either dead..."

"Either..."

"They are preparing to kill them."

Chapter 208 Chaotic Waves

In the subspace, there is no time, no space, no beginning, and no end.

Here, there is a boundless, eternally boiling ocean formed by the convergence of the souls and emotions of all intelligent life.

When Hector Kane performed his "protective" act on Terra using the power of his Golden Core, the "Taoist aura" he generated did not spread through the real universe at the speed of light or in any physical form.

It is more like a "stone of light" that has been thrown into a deadly abyss.

The ripples it emitted did not spread outwards, but rather swept across every corner of the entire subspace in an instant in a higher-dimensional form that transcended three-dimensional space.

It was a kind of "texture" unlike anything we'd ever experienced before.

An absolute stillness.

A kind of "reason" that is full of "order" and "harmony" and makes all chaos instinctively tremble.

Its intensity was not as great as Hector's own Golden Core Tribulation.

However, the sheer number of souls made the chaotic beings even more uneasy.

In the depths of the endless corridors of the Crystal Labyrinth, Tzeentch, the master of intrigue, for the first time halted his endless deductions, encompassing the past, present, and future, from his eternally ever-changing, amorphous throne.

Before Him floated a large net woven from the threads of fate, a tapestry.

Online, every twinkling point of light represents a variable in the Milky Way, a tiny "possibility".

But just now, in the instant that ripple of stillness from Terra swept by.

On this web, several threads of fate representing the "future" snapped without warning! Along with them, the weaving area of ​​the related "tapestry" also loosened.

That was not any situation He was familiar with, such as a "change" caused by the success or failure of a plan.

That was a kind of... "end".

It was as if an "absolute force" that could not be understood, deduced, or altered had directly and completely erased the "possibilities" connected by those threads from the very root!

A "Tao" that did not belong to "change" but to "end" made this ever-changing master feel an emotion akin to "anger" for the first time.

This thing called "Tao" is the most discordant noise in His great "game" that contains countless conspiracies and betrayals!

It is the “fog” that cannot be read or rewritten within His omniscient and omnipotent will!

At the end of the Blood God's Path, in the center of the Brass Barrier.

Khorne sits enthroned on his skull throne, made of the heads of countless beings.

He, of course, also felt the sweeping "Taoist aura".

But His reaction was not anger, but rather... extreme contempt and disgust.

In that aura, there were no angry roars, no hateful curses, no boiling blood, and no glorious battle cries.

Nothing at all.

There was only one thing that He found incredibly boring: "purity and asceticism."

In Khorne's view, this force is the whisper of cowards, the cowering of the weak, and a betrayal of the ultimate universal truth of battle.

He merely disdainfully unleashed a roar that shook the entire realm from his massive maw filled with fangs.

Then he stopped paying attention to it.

Because this kind of "bloodless war" is simply not worthy of the attention of the God of Blood.

In the Garden of Grudges, the eternal cycle of "decay" and "rebirth" is unfolding in the sweetest way.

The loving father of plague is humming an ancient lullaby, tending to his lovely, constantly pus-draining "flowers".

When that "pure" Taoist aura swept through the garden, Naruto stopped what he was doing.

His enormous head, like a decaying mountain, was slightly raised, and with his three eyes full of love and curiosity, he carefully "sniffed" the new scent in the air.

The taste was quite peculiar.

It does not belong to "decay" because there are no signs of life inside.

It does not belong to "new life" either, because it is itself the end of "change".

It was a kind of "emptiness" where even the most fundamental law of the universe, "entropy increase," seemed to stand still.

This aroused an unprecedented curiosity in Nagle.

He wondered what would happen when His sweetest and most generous "gift" dripped into this unprecedented "emptiness"...

What kind of unprecedented "new flower" will bloom?

In the palace of bliss, endless feasting and extreme torment are playing a never-ending symphony.

As that ripple of "silence" swept across, a very subtle, discordant pause appeared in this symphony.

Slaanesh, from his throne composed of countless entangled souls, slightly turned his androgynous, heartbreakingly perfect face.

He felt for a moment...

But it only lasted for a moment.

Immediately, He also tasted a different kind of "aesthetic" from that extreme "restraint", extreme "suppression", and extreme "desirelessness"... a chilling and ascetic "aesthetic".

It's like, in the midst of the most boisterous revelry, suddenly a completely calm bystander appears.

This "disharmony" itself is a completely new and extreme form of stimulation.

He wanted to...corrupt Him.

He wanted to...seduce Him.

He wanted to see what kind of unprecedented, soul-stirring fireworks would erupt when this ultimate "silence" was finally filled with ultimate "desire".

On the other side of subspace.

In that eternally churning green ocean, composed of pure "I think (hehe, I'll just use that for now)" power and endless "WAAAGH!" fighting spirit.

For the first time, Gao Ge and Mao Ge, these eternal rivals, simultaneously stopped their battle that was enough to shake the entire dimension.

They all scratched their enormous, asteroid-like heads.

They sensed it.

They did not understand what "Tao" or "order" meant.

But they clearly felt that the thunderclouds that occurred on Terra were far more shocking and terrifying in the warp than in the real world!

Those enormous, radiant pillars of light descending from the sky, that energy fluctuation filled with a peculiar aura that made them all feel "powerful"!

In the simple and direct thinking of Gao Ge and Mao Ge, all of this can only lead to one conclusion—

"That's a huge one!"

"We're going to have a real fight!"

Chapter 209 Target Baal

The shock of that "trial by fire" has gradually subsided.

At the empire's upper echelons, it was transformed into files classified as top-level documents, circulating, analyzed, and debated silently among various departments of power.

At the bottom of the empire, it transformed into a series of mysterious legends that circulated in the slums of the capital.

At the eye of the storm, the Jiejiao Academy, under this rare period of calm, entered a golden age of rapid development.

The once empty Wenxinzhai has now become full of life.

Three thousand disciples dressed in gray linen robes practice daily in areas such as the training ground, meditation hall, and scripture repository.

Their expressions were focused and serene.

The entire monastery was enveloped in a unique atmosphere of spiritual practice that was both full of vigorous progress and serenely detached from worldly affairs.

All of this is inseparable from the fifty-two newly promoted Foundation Establishment stage teaching assistants.

After several months of adjustment, they have fully integrated into their new identities.

Inside the martial arts hall, veteran Barrett and his senior brother Grol were meticulously correcting every movement of their disciples' "Two Elements Combat Techniques".

His demands were even stricter than those of military instructors, yet his explanations were profound yet easy to understand, getting straight to the heart of the matter.

Inside the library, Tectus was leading a group of a dozen meticulous disciples, who were annotating and explaining each chapter of the Daoist Canon: Qi Refining Scroll in detail.

Using the rigorous logic of Mechanics, they constructed a clear and searchable knowledge framework for this profound and mysterious book from a foreign land.

Inside the Meditation Hall, Lucien Navis was using his now fully controlled "Dao Eye" to guide disciples who encountered mental obstacles in their practice.

He could clearly "see" the pent-up emotions in their hearts, and together with his senior sister Karen, he helped them sort out and resolve these emotions in the gentlest way.

The teaching system is now on the right track.

Meanwhile, the "Taoist Armory Factory" hidden beneath the Taoist temple underwent an even more dramatic transformation.

With the help of the enlightened Martian sage Arkan, who provided remote technical support regardless of cost, and the assistance of the Empire's batches of rare raw materials.

The factory expanded more than tenfold in just a few months!

What was once a workshop with only a simple production line has now been transformed into a true "factory" filled with precision instruments and automated production modules.

Two of the production lines are the core of the entire factory.

The first line is the "Dao Xin Yu Fu" production line.

Thanks to optimization by Techtus and technological upgrades by Alcan, this production line is now fully automated.

Pre-treated jade blanks are sent onto a conveyor belt, where they undergo laser etching of runes, precise infusion of energy, and final activation through mental resonance.

Ultimately, standardized Dao Heart Jade Talismans of stable quality and powerful efficacy were produced in a continuous stream.

Its production capacity is fully capable of meeting the daily cultivation needs of all disciples in the academy, as well as any potential future expansion and combat losses, making it the most basic and solid guarantee for the academy system.

The second production line represents the true "fangs" of the Taoist temple.

—The “Two Elements Sword” production line.