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

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Lucian Navis.

A name that his own family considered a disgrace.

As a descendant of an ancient and noble family of navigators, he was born with a fatal flaw.

The "spiritual eye" on his forehead was closed.

This means he cannot explore the warp, nor can he guide the Imperial fleet.

He is blind.

A genetic "waste".

His inner demon tribulation realm was neither a battlefield nor a data void.

Instead, it was the place he knew best and feared most—the Navis family's trial hall.

High above the dome, the trajectories of the stars are drawn.

His lonely and thin figure was reflected on the cold marble floor.

He was surrounded by people.

Those people were all his "family": his father, his uncles, and his grandfather.

They all looked at him with the same expression. That expression was one of disappointment, disdain, and indifference towards something useless.

The sky is the dome of the courtroom. But that map of stars is flowing with blood and tears.

The lightning of the heavenly tribulation transformed into vicious and chilling words, like steel needles piercing the depths of his soul.

"You have defiled our noble bloodline!"

"A blind man! How could the Navis family have produced such a piece of trash as you!"

"You don't deserve this surname! Get out!"

He had heard these words since he was a child. Each one was like an unhealable scar.

His inner demons slowly rose from the judge's bench.

That was his great-grandfather, the most powerful navigator in the family, a legendary figure who was just one step away from becoming the "patriarch".

His open spiritual eye, like a chaotic vortex, exuded a terrifying pressure that made Lucian's soul tremble.

"Lucian."

The voice of the inner demon echoed in the hall.

"Did you see that? This is the power of bloodline. This is a power you will never possess."

"You were born a loser. Your genes determined your life."

"give up."

The inner demon reached out to him.

"Acknowledge your insignificance, acknowledge your incompetence. Return to your family, become a lowly servant, and serve your noble-blooded family members."

"This is your only value."

"Otherwise, destruction will be your only fate."

Lucian knelt on the ground, trembling all over.

He's right... He's absolutely right...

I'm just a piece of trash. From the moment I was born, my fate was sealed. What's the point of resisting?

Bloodline is everything. Fate has already been decided.

His will was being eroded little by little.

He was even ready to reach out and accept that "merciful" charity.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch the inner demon.

The Dao Heart Jade Talisman shone with an unprecedented brilliance!

That refreshing feeling, like a thunderclap, exploded in his consciousness that was about to sink!

Dean Hector's voice, like a morning bell and evening drum, was deafening!

"The way of Heaven is constant; it does not exist for any particular person, nor does it perish for any particular person."

"Reversal is the movement of the Tao, weakness is the function of the Tao!"

Lucian's eyes, which had been dimmed, suddenly flashed with two terrifying beams of light!

Yes! What does fate matter? What does bloodline matter? What does destiny matter?!

The weak are the embodiment of the Way!

I am Lucian! A living, breathing human being! Not a string of genetic code that can be arbitrarily defined!

Although I am weak, I still have my own "use" and I will walk my own "path".

The Way has its rewards. Who says that being born into a Navigator family means you have to walk the path of Navigator psionicism?

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--!"

He suddenly looked up and let out a roar that had been suppressed for decades, filled with endless pain and anger!

He recalled something the dean had said during a casual stroll and conversation with them:

"Mayflies are also acceptable!"

"May the blue sky appear—!!!"

With this earth-shattering roar, he mobilized the true energy within his body, which had just been circulated throughout his body, to its maximum!

That force did not reach the limbs and bones.

Instead, like an invincible arrow, it launched a desperate charge towards a place no one expected—

His forehead! That naturally closed, shameful mark!

You won't let me open my eyes? You won't give me the power to see the world clearly?

I'll drive it myself!

I will use the "Tao" that I have cultivated to fight against your innate "fate"!

"Open it... for me!!!"

It was an unimaginable pain. It felt as if the entire soul was being torn apart and reassembled!

His skin was split open inch by inch between his eyebrows, and blood was flowing freely.

But his eyes were frighteningly bright!

For the first time, a look of terror appeared on the great-grandfather's face as he thought about his inner demons.

"No! This is impossible!" "What are you doing? You are defying the laws of genes!"

To hell with your rules!

Lucian roared.

"My law is my will!"

"boom--!"

It did not come from a heavenly tribulation.

It came from within his body!

From the bloody, mangled crack between his eyebrows, a completely new eye slowly opened!

That eye opened!

But it lacks the Navigator's signature chaotic and insane warp vortex.

Its pupils are clear, bright, and deep.

It was as if a reflection was showing a scene without distortion or chaos, only endless stars moving along perfect trajectories...

This is not a "spiritual eye".

This is the "eye of the Tao"!

What it sees is not the appearance of subspace.

Rather, it is the most fundamental, ever-flowing force behind all things...

An indescribable, purest form of mental shockwave erupted from Lucian and spread outwards!

On the viewing platform, the representatives from the Navigator family were struck as if by a heavy blow, and they all let out a muffled groan and covered their foreheads!

In their spiritual eyes, they saw a scene that they would never forget.

A bright, clear moon rises above a dark, chaotic ocean!

Where the moonlight shines, the wind and waves are calm!

Their genes, their bloodline, at this moment, seemed to have encountered a natural "monarch," and they were filled with fear and submission!

In the silent cellar beneath the training ground.

Barrow, along with the surviving Dao Wei, opened their eyes at the same time.

The moment they had been waiting for had arrived!

Chapter 203 First Generation Foundation Establishment

Lucien's breakthrough was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake.

What it stirred up was a colossal wave!

On the viewing platform, everyone's eyes were fixed on the young man whose brow had a clear, vertical pupil.

Even...fear.

Especially the representatives of the navigator families, their faces were deathly pale, as if they had seen a ghost.

"What is that... what kind of eye is that?"

"It...it made me feel purified...no, it was 'corrected'! It was correcting my spiritual eye!"

"Monster! This is a monster!"

Their prized bloodline talent, before that eye, was like a inferior imitation, encountering the supreme original.

That was an absolute suppression from the level of life itself!

An undisguised astonishment shone in Macado's eyes, which seemed to see through eternity.

He looked at Waldo beside him.

"Did you feel it?"

The Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Guards, the embodiment of gold, remained silent for a moment before replying in an extremely complex tone:

"I felt...a sense of unfamiliarity."

“A completely new form of psionic energy that I’ve never seen before—but this isn’t the first time. The first person to see this ‘new thing’ was that guy above.”

Macado nodded slowly, his gaze returning to the suspended figure in the arena.

"Hector Kane..."

"What you brought, a surprise... or..."

Lucian's breakthrough seemed to sound the clarion call for a final offensive.

On the training ground, the remaining disciples, each facing their own inner demons and tribulations, were also reaching their final moments.

Amidst roars that seemed to emanate from the very soul, bursts of brilliant light erupted one after another!

The entire training ground was filled with waves of new and powerful energy.

Those scents were all different.

Some are as steady as a mountain. Some are as sharp as a sword. Some are as agile as water.