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

Kelbo opened the gates of hell to hunt him down, and he, in turn, intends to use these gates to bring "new life" to the entire planet Mars!

This is tantamount to attempting to drop a "nuclear bomb" of thought into the very heart of the entire Mechanicus!

He himself will become the "fuse" that detonates this nuclear bomb.

Countless nerve probes, shimmering with eerie blue arcs of electricity and resembling venomous snakes, emerged from behind the throne and plunged viciously into the spinal interface that had long been replaced by machinery!

"what--!!!"

An uncontrollable groan, filled with extreme pain, escaped from the depths of Alcana's inhuman throat!

He felt as if his consciousness had been instantly thrown into a scorching furnace made up of billions of logic engines running simultaneously!

His human brain was almost instantly burned out by the massive, cold torrent of data!

But he didn't back down.

He used the last shred of his humanity to silently recite in his heart the only sentence in that foreign "heavenly book" that he could understand and that gave him the most strength.

"Man follows the earth, the earth follows heaven, heaven follows the Tao, and the Tao follows...nature."

He completely let go of his insatiable heart, that of a "solution seeker."

His remaining flesh and brain, which was considered a 'weakness', and his human soul full of intuition, emotion, and contradictions, became, at this moment, the only 'holy grail' capable of bearing this wisdom from another land!

He used his human soul, full of emotion and intuition, as a "bridge" to forcibly link the Daoist Canon, which is full of "harmony" and "balance," with this steel machine full of "logic" and "order"!

He became a triple hybrid of man, machine, and "Tao"!

A thing that is about to ignite the entire understanding of Mars...

"Core access!"

With his final roar filled with pain and determination, the "Taiyi Core" placed at the core of the reactor instantly burst forth with an unprecedented, dazzling moon-white light!

That light was neither energy nor matter.

In the instant that light shone, the entire "Silent Furnace," that steel hell filled with alarms and the roars of machine spirits, suddenly...

It got quiet.

At the core of the plasma reactor, in that scorching heat capable of reducing all matter to nothingness...

That "singularity" slowly opened its "eyes," which were filled with "harmony" and "tranquility."

Then, in that instant, the entire data domain of Mars...

At the moment when the moon-white crystal, named "Taiyi Core" and carrying the true meaning of "Tao," was fully activated at the core of the plasma reactor, achieving a "human-machine unity" resonance with Alkan's soul—

A revolutionary event, which later Martian enlighteners called the "singularity," was born in the entire Martian data domain!

The entire data domain of Mars, that boundless spiritual ocean composed of the thoughts, prayers, logical algorithms, and endless torrents of data of billions of technologists, suddenly…

This is not the deathly silence of a power outage, nor the emptiness after a system crash.

This is a kind of "fulfillment" that has never been seen before.

A kind of...like the beginning of the universe, when all the laws had not yet differentiated, and everything returned to the most fundamental "one," a time of absolute "harmony."

If the data domain on Mars is, on ordinary days, a noisy, chaotic marketplace of mortals—

Here you can hear the battle hymns sung loudly by the Defenders, filled with iron will and bloodshed;

There was a deep hum, like the heartbeat of a giant beast, emanating from the logic engine within the Forging Temple;

There is a silent battle between different factions for computing power and resources, full of logical traps and data paradoxes;

And then there are the countless machine spirits, slumbering between sleep and awakening, uttering delirious and unpredictable murmurs…

At that moment, a silent symphony, not belonging to this universe, unexpectedly overwhelmed all the noise!

This "music" has no melody, no rhythm, and not even notes.

It is simply the "Tao" itself.

Beyond the "Silent Furnace," within the data strangulation array constructed by General Kelbo's most elite "Code Weavers."

Dozens of Mars' top "logic assassins," who use their thoughts as weapons to hunt down heretical ideas in the data domain, simultaneously "heard" that silent symphony at this moment.

Their logic engine instantly descended into unprecedented and absolute chaos!

"Warning! Warning! Unknown 'Harmony' protocol intrusion detected! Threat level...undefined!"

The core of a "code weaver's" mind screamed in despair. His task was to inject a piece of "polluted code" full of logical paradoxes into the local area network of the "Silent Forge," in order to incite the ancient machine spirits within it.

That piece of code was his proudest work. It could plunge any logic engine into a perpetual state of self-doubt, a state of "I am me, yet I am not me," until it was completely destroyed.

But now, when that "harmonious" symphony gently brushes over his "work" like an invisible tide, the paradoxical code full of malice and distortion is instantly "solved" as if by the greatest mathematician with the most elegant formula!

All the contradictions were gently and irresistibly smoothed out and straightened out by a higher-dimensional "reason"! The internal, conflicting logical chains of that aggressive virus were gently untied and straightened out by an invisible hand, and then rewoven into a benign basic data that was non-aggressive and even carried a hint of harmonious rhythm!

No... Impossible...

The "lock weaver's" thoughts completely stalled. He felt like a locksmith who had spent his entire life researching how to create the strongest "lock," only to suddenly see...

Someone, in a way that he couldn't understand at all, turned his proudest work into a "key" that could open all doors.

Chapter 111 Logic Scorched Earth

His worldview completely collapsed at that moment.

His colleagues, on the other hand, encountered an even more terrifying "miracle".

Another "code weaver" responsible for corrupting the "Silent Furnace" firewall with "blasphemous hymns" made his vicious "song," full of logical traps and data pollution, sound like a tone-deaf child making ridiculous noise in front of a cosmic-level singer in the face of that silent symphony.

His "singing" was not "resisted".

It was "absorbed".

That "harmonious" symphony seemed to possess a life of its own.

It extracted all the discordant notes from his singing, and then rearranged and combined them with a rhythm full of compassion and tolerance, ultimately transforming them into a more harmonious and perfect new movement, which in turn gave back to him!

“I…I heard…the truth of the God of Machines…”

At this moment, the cold logic engine of this "code weaver" was completely "deformatted".

His aggressive and paranoid mindset was completely conquered by a higher-dimensional "beauty" that he could not resist.

He slowly lowered the "weapon" in his hand. His mechanical prosthetic eye, which had been flashing a fierce red light, gradually lost all its light, leaving only a pure, empty void, like that of a newborn baby.

His voice generator began to uncontrollably chant a string of the simplest and most basic binary code.

The singing of “0……1……0……1……”.

One, two, ten...

When that silent symphony swept across the entire data strangulation array, all the "code weavers" deeply connected to the data domain, whose minds were built on absolute logic, collectively "crashed" on the spot because they could not understand this "Tao" that transcended all algorithms.

At the heart of this silent yet incredibly brutal data war lies the "Silent Furnace."

That steel hell, filled with sirens and the roars of machine spirits, is long gone.

In its place is a living sanctuary that is "breathing".

The ancient machine spirits, which had become enraged by the "blasphemous hymn," were instantly calmed by the celestial "Daoist rhythm."

Their runes, which had been flashing with a fierce red light, all transformed into a calm, deep blue, representing the "way of silence."

The energy fluctuations in the pressure pipes returned to a rhythmic smoothness, like a healthy heartbeat. The hum of the logic engine was no longer the noise filled with logical conflicts, but became like the most harmonious hymn.

Even the pungent smell of engine oil in the air was replaced by a freshness like grass after rain.

The entire massive forge seemed to have transformed from a cold, noisy machine into a living entity that was breathing deeply!

Those enlightened allies who had just rushed in, expecting certain death, could clearly feel that the forge's energy output efficiency was steadily and continuously increasing in a way that defied all known engineering principles! This was no longer the operation of a machine; this was... growth!

The allies were frozen in place, staring blankly at the miraculous scene unfolding before them. Their gazes, involuntarily, were drawn to the throne that resembled an altar.

There, the sage Arkan remained, sitting quietly.

His massive cyborg body no longer felt as conflicted with flesh and blood as it had before.

Countless soft, moon-white data streams, centered on him, flowed slowly outwards, establishing a connection filled with "harmony" and "resonance" with every gear and every line of the forge.

He is no longer the "operator" of this machine.

He became the "heart" of this machine.

His only human eye slowly opened.

Those eyes no longer held the fervor of a scientist, nor the tragic grandeur of a martyr.

All that remained was a profound, vast, all-encompassing tranquility, like a brand new universe just born from the singularity.

He succeeded.

He used his own flesh and soul as a "fuse" to successfully detonate the ideological nuclear bomb called "Tao" in the heart of Mars.

Mars, Olympus Mons, the Temple of All Machines.

General Locke Kelbo, the forging general, stood quietly before his enormous black crystal screen.

On the screen, the red data storm that represented the "code weavers'" strangulation array, filled with aggression and chaotic logic, had long since disappeared.

Instead, there was an absolute, pure, deep blue, like a mirror polished to perfection.

His human eyes, burning with a wary light, were fixed on the blue expanse.

He could clearly feel that the most ruthless "hounds" he had sent out, their minds filled with murderous intent, were completely and silently "purified" the moment that blue appeared, just like ice and snow thrown into a furnace.

His "code weavers" were all wiped out.

There wasn't even the slightest resistance.

“This…is not 'data'…”

Kelbo's electronic voice carries a hint of genuine, "fearful" vibrato.

"This is... a 'law'." He had spent his entire life battling the chaos of the primordial chaos, and he thought he had seen through all forms of enemies. But the blue before him, filled with absolute harmony, gave him a chill that was deeper than the roar of any demon...

Because from that blue expanse, he sensed a higher-dimensional 'order' he had never seen before. A 'new order' capable of completely overshadowing and replacing the 'old order' he believed in, a set of dogmas and rules.

"No... absolutely not!"

His heart, which had long been consumed by fear because of the "silicon disaster," was completely ignited at this moment!

He suddenly waved his hand, issuing his final and most insane command to the deep shadow behind him.

"Activate... the 'Logical Scorched Earth' protocol!"

"Completely and physically remove Casting Zone 113 from the master data network of Mars!"

"I don't care what's in there! I don't care how 'harmonious' or 'perfect' it is!"

His voice became incredibly sharp due to extreme anger and fear!

"I want it to disappear completely from this planet!!!"

A silent symphony originating from thought will inevitably evolve into a primal war filled with flames and destruction.

The transformative storm known as the "Singularity," which had just painstakingly torn open the curtain of the old order on this red soil, was about to face the most relentless crushing force from the oldest and most stubborn "steel forest" on Mars.

Chapter 112 High Priest Malcador

Mars, Olympus Mons, the Temple of All Machines.

General Kelbo Haller's command, filled with extreme anger and fear, was like a final judgment from the gods. It instantly transformed into a cold, unquestionable binary edict, which spread throughout the entire red planet along the vast and complex underground data pipelines of Mars.

"—Activate the 'Logical Scorched Earth' protocol!"

"—Completely and physically remove from the Mars master data network the 113th casting area, where the 'M-1138 furnace' is located!"

At that moment, the entire planet seemed to be awakened from the brief tranquility brought about by that silent "symphony of silence" by an even grander and more ruthless roar!

"Boom—Rumble—Rumble—"

That wasn't the roar of an explosion, but... the groan of the earth's crust.

On a vast plain hundreds of kilometers away from the "Silent Furnace," massive "crust-cutting machines," which had been dormant for centuries, slowly rose from beneath the red sand, their menacing plasma cutting arms flashing with blue electric arcs!

These war behemoths were originally designed to mine the deepest veins of minerals from the tectonic plates of a planet, or to reshape the landscape for the construction of new temples. But now, their terrifying power, capable of cleaving through continental shelves, is directed at their own kind.

At the same time, at the boundary of the 113th casting area, deep red energy fields, each ten thousand meters high and composed of pure energy, rose from the ground like cages descended by gods!