Warhammer: Become a Saint Starting with the Banner of Souls

That was not a concrete image, and the Word Bearers had never truly "seen" the true forms of the Chaos Gods in their memories. But their faith contained the most devout and profound understanding of the four great gods.

Khorne, Nago, Tzeentch, Slaanesh.

The four deities reside deep within the warp, each occupying a vast and boundless territory, feeding on the souls and nourishing themselves with the emotions of mortals.

Qin Mo's consciousness was withdrawn from the memories of the Dark Apostle.

He then repeated the process, reading the memories of the remaining dozens of Space Marines present one by one.

Each person's memory supplemented his information from different perspectives, and the soldiers of the Alpha Legion provided intelligence on tactical deployments and communication networks.

The memories of ordinary Word Bearer warriors contain more firsthand experiences of the Chaos corruption process.

The entire soul-searching process lasted about the time it takes to brew a cup of tea.

When Qin Mo withdrew his consciousness from the memories of the last Space Marine, he opened his eyes.

"Evil god, huh?"

Qin Mo slowly stood up, put his hands behind his back, and unconsciously looked up at the sky, at that huge, terrifying eye that surged with chaotic energy.

"interesting."

He closed his eyes and used his divine sense to once again perceive the four vast auras emanating from the depths of subspace.

From the moment he arrived in this world, he sensed their existence—four completely different yet equally terrifying forces, lurking on the other side of reality.

Just now, in the memory of the one who cherishes words, he finally matched the four auras with the four names.

"Khorne, who cultivates the Great Dao of Slaughter..." Qin Mo frowned slightly.

"Using endless blood and heads as cultivation resources, it's a pure path of slaughter. The path is correct, but... it's gone astray."

"The true path of slaughter emphasizes proving one's way through killing, killing those who deserve to be killed, and destroying those that deserve to be destroyed, thereby comprehending the laws governing the operation of the Heavenly Dao in the process of slaughter."

"His method of killing, indiscriminate slaughter, pursuing only the quantity of killing without regard to quality, is not the path of slaughter; it is bloodlust turning into a demon."

"The treacherous path of destiny..."

"Manipulating the threads of fate, weaving a conspiracy of cause and effect. This path is more like the way I, in the cultivation world, deduce the secrets of heaven and master the law of cause and effect."

"But his approach was also misguided. The true path to destiny is to follow the way of Heaven and seek the opportunity for transcendence within the cycle of cause and effect."

"Yet he attempts to control all of fate in his own hands, even taking pleasure in twisting destiny; this is clearly a demonic path defying the heavens."

"The filth of the Great Dao of Life and Death..." Qin Mo's brows furrowed even deeper.

"The idea of ​​nurturing new life from decay and sowing life from death is not problematic in itself; in fact, it can be said to be quite profound."

"The cycle of life and death is one of the core elements of the workings of the Heavenly Dao. But his problem is that he is obsessed with the process of 'decay' and 'decay' itself, and regards plague and despair as a means of cultivation."

"And then there's the lustful karma of the Path of Lust..." Qin Mo shook his head.

"Pursuing the ultimate sensory experience, pushing pleasure and pain to extremes. The path of desire is also practiced in the cultivation world, with the Joyful Union Sect being a prime example."

"But the proper path of love and desire emphasizes entering the path through love and proving the truth through desire, understanding the essence of human nature amidst the vast world."

"Slaanesh's actions represent pure depravity and depravity; he doesn't use desire as a tool, but becomes desire itself. This is no longer cultivation; it's utter and complete demonic possession."

Qin Mo opened his eyes and let out a long breath.

"The four great paths, the four powerful figures—without exception, all of them have gone mad. It's as if they absorbed too much karma and distracting thoughts from mortals, causing their minds to become clouded, devoid of any semblance of inner peace, leaving only pure instinct and madness."

His tone was a mixture of amazement and regret.

What is astonishing is the high level of cultivation these four beings possess, but what is regrettable is that such high cultivation led them astray.

Although equally large and powerful, it has lost the divine charm that a cultivator should possess.

"However..." Qin Mo's tone shifted, becoming more serious.

"Even though they've gone mad from their cultivation, the aura these four guys exude is still comparable to that of a Grand Luo Golden Immortal in my cultivation world. This is simply unbelievable."

A Primordial Golden Immortal—what kind of existence is that?

That was an unparalleled powerhouse who had endured countless tribulations in the cultivation world, severed his three corpses, and moved in sync with the Dao!

What right do these lunatics, who can't even be rational, have?

After pondering for a moment, he asked the system in his mind, "System, are the strengths of these four evil gods acquired through cultivation or innate?"

[System Prompt: The Four Chaos Gods did not reach their current level through cultivation. Their birth originated from the natural condensation of the collective emotions and soul energy of intelligent races in the subspace.]

The Four Chaos Gods possessed their current realm and level of cultivation from the very beginning. Using the concepts of the cultivation world as an analogy, the closest definition is—a primordial deity.

Qin Mo's pupils contracted slightly.

"Innate deities..."

In the world of cultivation, these four words carry more weight than any magical treasure or secret technique.

The so-called innate deities refer to beings that existed at the very beginning of the creation of heaven and earth.

They don't need to cultivate, break through bottlenecks, or undergo tribulations.

Their realm is innate, as enduring as heaven and earth, and shining as brightly as the sun and moon. In the legends of the Xuanhuang Realm, Pangu, Nuwa, and Hongjun are all primordial deities.

One certificate is valid forever.

These four words are the most accurate summary of the innate deities. From the moment they attain enlightenment, they exist simultaneously in the past, present, and future.

No force can shake their foundations.

Because their very existence is part of the Tao.

Qin Mo took a deep breath, a rare look of seriousness appearing on his face.

"To be born with the cultivation of a Primordial Golden Immortal... What a primordial deity, a proof that lasts forever. No need for arduous cultivation, no need for tribulations. No wonder no one has a matching mental state." He muttered to himself.

"This world is getting more and more interesting."

Instead of fear, Qin Mo's eyes gleamed with excitement.

If he were a Grand Luo Immortal who had attained enlightenment through arduous cultivation, he would definitely turn around and run away.

However, a few irrational, instinct-driven madmen may still be able to outmaneuver you if they have enough chips!

"However—until I have sufficient strength to contend with them, I must proceed with caution."

however--

It's probably too late.

From the moment Qin Mo descended into this world and used the Myriad Soul Banner to devour the demon for the first time, he clearly sensed four vast, ocean-like wills casting their gazes from the depths of the subspace.

Since then, the feeling of being spied on has never gone away.

It seems to exist yet not exist, but it is always present.

Qin Mo certainly didn't like being watched. In the cultivation world, his greatest skill was concealing his tracks and quietly amassing wealth; for a heretical cultivator, being high-profile was the quickest way to die.

His right hand reached into the storage space in his sleeve, fumbled for a moment, and took out an ancient magical artifact.