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

This is a masterpiece designed by Hector himself, combining the weapon-forging methods of the cultivation world with the empire's cutting-edge materials science.

It no longer relies on the cumbersome and inefficient casting process of Mars.

Instead, it is cast directly inside the Taoist temple using the highest purity refined gold in an anti-gravity furnace.

Inside the sword, there is a precise circuit for transmitting true essence, much like a circuit board.

After the sword is completed, a Foundation Establishment stage teaching assistant will personally oversee the process, using his own true essence as a guide to permanently imprint the two core formations, "Flowing Water" and "Mountain Collapse," into the sword body using a high-energy rune etching machine!

This sword can perfectly withstand the violent true essence of a Foundation Establishment cultivator and amplify its power by more than 30%!

Even more ingenious is the inclusion of a standardized "functional rune" slot at the handguard where the hilt connects to the blade.

In the future, whether it is the attack module engraved with the "Sharpness" rune or the auxiliary module engraved with the "Wind Control" rune, they can be used as easily as changing a gun magazine!

This is a truly groundbreaking and powerful piece of equipment that combines the functions of a "magical artifact" and a "weapon"!

The first batch of one hundred "Two Elements Swords" officially rolled off the production line.

Inside the factory's sword-testing arena.

Barrow, along with all his "Dao Guards" and the remaining Foundation Establishment stage assistant instructors, totaling fifty-two people, were all present.

Before them lay rows of brand-new Yin-Yang swords.

The sword's blade possessed a deep, dark silver hue, shimmering with a cold, metallic sheen under the light. On the edge, pale blue array patterns, rippling like waves, could be seen.

With Hector's command.

Everyone stepped forward and grasped their own sword.

The moment their hands gripped the sword hilt and they infused it with the first wisp of true essence.

"Om-!"

Fifty-two longswords simultaneously emitted a clear, joyful sword cry!

The array patterns on the sword were instantly illuminated!

A surge of sharp, concentrated sword intent soared into the sky!

At this moment, the core armed forces of the Jiejiao Academy have begun to take shape and have real combat power!

......

Hector had just finished reviewing the latest production capacity report on the Dao Armory submitted by Tectus.

A satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Everything is back on track.

The establishment of the teaching system continuously cultivates reserve forces for the Taoist Academy. The completion of the Taoist Armory provides the most solid material guarantee for this force.

All of this bought him the most precious...time.

He needs time to digest his Golden Core cultivation.

He needs time to cultivate more Foundation Establishment cultivators.

He needed time to make more thorough preparations for the inevitable rebellion that would sweep across the entire galaxy.

From the shadows behind him, a figure silently emerged.

It was Isabel.

For months, she has been like a true "echo," an absolutely loyal shadow, fulfilling the duties of a "liaison officer."

She never speaks, and you can hardly feel her presence.

But whenever Hector needs information from the Assassin's Court or needs to deal with some "trouble," she always completes the task in the most efficient way.

At this moment, she is holding a letter in her hands.

That letter was very peculiar.

The envelope was made of some unknown metal that shimmered with a dark golden luster.

At the seal, an emblem was branded with a bright red sealing wax that still seemed warm.

A drop of blood, with wings.

Isabel presented the secret letter with both hands, her movements still simple and professional.

Hector took the letter and, upon holding it, felt its heavy weight, and a trace of burning pain that could still be felt through the metal.

He tore open the seal and unfolded the letter made of a thin sheet of metal.

The next second, a powerful spiritual wave, so intense it was almost tangible, filled with struggle and nobility, swept over me!

That's... the aura of Saint Gilles!

Compared to the last time in Terra, that aura was more violent, and also more... fragile.

The handwriting on the letter was no longer as elegant and powerful as before, but had become somewhat messy, and several marks could be seen where the metal letter paper had been torn due to excessive force.

Saint Gilles no longer concealed his pain.

"Kane, my friend."

"The three medicines you gave me, I recited day and night, and they did indeed put the 'beast' in my heart into a long-lost slumber. I naively thought that I had found the way to choke it."

"But I was wrong."

“When that ‘trial’ that illuminated the entire Terra occurred, I was in a ‘prophecy’ state and experienced the absolute ‘peace’ and ‘order’ you described. That feeling was so beautiful and so desirable.”

"However, it was precisely this beauty that stirred the darkness deep within my blood."

"'Blood Thirst' has rebounded like never before. It is more violent, more...thirsty than ever before. It is jealous, it is roaring. It tells me that only the most extreme destruction can bring final peace."

“Kane, I’m about to… lose control of it. My legions, my sons, are suffering the same torment.”

"We are struggling on the edge of the abyss."

By this point, the handwriting on the letter had become incredibly messy, as if the writer was enduring immense pain.

But at the end of the letter, those few lines became clear and distinct again, each stroke precise and clear, as if written with all the strength of one's body.

"...The light of the Way of Silence may be the only hope that can illuminate our path forward."

"Son of Baal, we need your wisdom and guidance."

“I, Saint Gilles, hereby, in the name of the Primarch, beg you…”

"...descended upon Baal."

Hector slowly put down the letter in his hand.

The study was completely silent.

He walked to the window and looked up at the huge Milky Way star map on the wall, made of starlight.

His gaze traversed countless complex star fields, finally settling on the distant point of light representing the "Baal" star system.

The period of stable development has come to an end.

It will be him, and his "Taoist Academy," who will officially step into this galactic storm...

Chapter 210 Team Preparation

The Daoist Master's study was completely silent.

Hector Kane held the letter made of a special metal in his hand, remaining silent for a long time.

The cold touch of the letter paper contrasted sharply with the intense, almost boiling, spiritual energy it contained.

Saint Gilles's pain, struggle, and the last glimmer of hope he grasped in despair seemed to solidify, burning his soul relentlessly through the thin metal sheet.

As a Golden Core cultivator, Hector's Dao heart had long been polished to perfection, as immovable as a mountain.

But at this moment, he could clearly "see" that in that distant star field called "Baal," a huge, holy golden angel, yet bound by endless blood-red chains, was roaring silently at the edge of the abyss.

That roar was anger at the curse on his own bloodline.

That roar was the pain of being powerless to protect one's offspring.

That roar was, in fact, the deepest longing for that "silent light" that reflected Terra.

Hector closed his eyes.

He knew he had to go.

This was not merely because of his personal relationship with Saint Gilles, nor simply out of sympathy for this noble Primarch.

Furthermore, Saint Gilles' predicament directly points to the very foundation upon which the "Intercepting Sect" stands in this universe—

To combat chaos with order.

Use the "Tao" to resolve the "calamity".

The "blood thirst" and "red rage" faced by the Holy Blood Angels Legion are the most deeply rooted and violent kind of "calamity" in this universe.

If the "way of silence" can point them to a completely new path.

This would be a greater testament to the value of the "Tao" than holding a hundred Tribulation Ceremony on Terra.

Hector opened his eyes, which were now clear and resolute.

He turned around and spoke calmly to the empty shadow behind him.

The silver-haired assassin, Chulisas, emerged silently from the shadows, as if she had always been there and had never left.

"Summon the core teaching assistants to my study." Hector's voice was concise and forceful. "Karen, Grol, Lucian, Barrow, and Tectus-19. I want to see them in five minutes."

Isabel didn't ask any questions, but simply nodded slightly, and her figure once again disappeared into the shadows.

Hector then went to the desk and activated the encrypted communicator.

He knew that he had to notify one person before gathering his inner circle.

Five minutes later, to the second.

The door of the study was gently pushed open.

Isabel was the first to enter, still with that stern and unyielding demeanor, and consciously stood in the most inconspicuous corner of the room.

Next came the chief disciples, Karen and Grol. These two monks, who were among the first to follow Hector, were now increasingly composed, and their every move exuded the air of grandmasters.

Lucian Navis followed behind them, his unique "Taoist eye" gleaming with a warm and clear light, and his whole being exuding a transparent and confident aura.

Barrow, the leader of the Dao Guards, walked at the rear like a silent iron tower. He wore the same silver-patterned cloud-and-water Daoist robe, but underneath, he still wore the standard armor of the Dao Guards, and his newly acquired "Two Elements Sword" never left his hand. His eyes were always so vigilant, so full of the flames of revenge and the determination to protect.

On the other side of the room, a blue light flashed, and the technical director, Tectus-19, appeared precisely on time. His mechanically modified face, framed by red optical lenses, was scanning every detail of the room thousands of times per second.

At this moment, the highest core circle of the Jiejiao Academy was fully assembled.

Everyone bowed in unison, performing a standard Taoist kowtow.

"No need to be polite."

Hector gestured for them to sit down, and then, without saying a word, placed the metal letter from Saint Gilles in the center of the table.

Instead of having it circulated among the people, he extended his finger and gently tapped the top of the letter.

An invisible spiritual fluctuation spread out from the letter.

All the unspoken pain, struggle, and hope contained in Saint Gilles' letter instantly transformed into the most direct spiritual energy information, flooding into the minds of everyone present!

Karen, Grol, and Lucian groaned almost simultaneously, their faces turning slightly pale.

Although they were already Foundation Establishment cultivators, compared to the Primitive Gene's vast spiritual world, which was as bright as a star, they were still like fireflies compared to the moon. Simply receiving this translated emotional information put immense pressure on their souls.

Barrow's reaction was the most direct. He gripped the Yin-Yang Sword at his waist tightly, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, as if he were about to draw the sword at any moment to shatter the pain that he felt so deeply.

Only Isabel and Tectus maintained a facade of calm.

The former is because the essence of her soul is "nothingness," and no emotion can leave a trace in her heart.

The latter is because his emotional module is much weaker than that of normal humans, and most of it has long been replaced by cold logic.

But from their slightly flickering eyes and the rapidly moving optical lenses, one could still see the shock they were experiencing.

That's how it is.

Hector waited until everyone had processed the information before speaking slowly.

"The Primarch of Saint Gilles, commander of the Ninth Legion, is requesting our assistance."