Warhammer: Become a Saint Starting with the Banner of Souls

This reminded Qin Mo of some cultivators in the Xuanhuang Realm, those who followed the path of "great vows".

"I will not become a Buddha until hell is empty."

Only after all sentient beings have been liberated can one attain enlightenment.

These cultivators who made grand vows bound their own path to the fate of all living beings.

They do not pursue personal transcendence and freedom, but take the salvation of all sentient beings as the core of their practice, using the wishes and faith of sentient beings to refine their own path.

This is an incredibly arduous path of spiritual practice.

Because it requires practitioners to abandon their ego, integrate the small self into the greater self, take the hearts of all beings as their own, and take the wishes of all beings as their own.

Once you embark on this path, there is no turning back. Your life and death, your honor and disgrace, everything about you, are intertwined with all living beings.

The vast majority of cultivators who take this path fail, either dying on the way or having their minds crushed by endless karma and karmic forces, ultimately leading to demonic possession and death.

However, the very few who succeed will become incredibly powerful.

Because their power no longer comes solely from themselves, but from the power of the aspirations of millions of people.

The faith, prayers, and gratitude of all beings—these intangible forces converge and transform into a transcendent power that is purer than any spiritual energy and more profound than any magical power.

In Qin Mo's view, this is the path that emperors take.

He single-handedly bore the weight of the entire human civilization.

The faith of hundreds of millions of people converges on him; in theory, such immense power of faith would be enough to allow any being to break through to a higher realm.

But the emperor did not.

He remained seated on the throne.

Still neither dead nor alive.

Why?

The system's explanation was very simple.

Emperors cannot become gods.

If the Emperor were to die completely, his soul would be fully integrated into the Warp. With the strength of his soul and the vast amount of faith power accumulated over ten thousand years, he would immediately be born in the Warp as the fifth Chaos God—the Dark Lord.

But this is not a good thing for humanity; it will be a catastrophe.

Because the gods in the Warp are essentially the embodiment of emotions, once the Emperor becomes a Warp god, he is no longer the "Emperor".

He will be defined by faith, shaped by the emotions of all beings, and ultimately become an existence no different in essence from the four existing Chaos Gods.

The birth of the "Dark Lord" will cause a violent tremor in the warp, a tremor powerful enough to tear apart the barrier between reality and the warp, plunging the entire galaxy into chaos.

In short: Emperors becoming gods = the extinction of humanity.

Therefore, the emperor chose to remain within his physical body, neither dead nor alive, neither born nor dying, maintaining that fragile balance in an almost self-destructive way.

This is why Qin Mo admires the emperor.

They could have transcended it.

He could have become a god.

They could have abandoned everything and lived a carefree life on their own.

But he didn't.

He chose suffering.

They chose to sacrifice.

He chose to be imprisoned for ten thousand years.

Simply because he is truly putting the idea of ​​"loving humanity" into practice.

This isn't just talk.

It was proven by sitting in solitude for ten thousand years, enduring ten thousand years of torment, and living in a state of neither life nor death for ten thousand years.

Qin Mo snapped out of his reverie and looked at Brod.

"I have absolutely no relationship with the Emperor."

His tone was frank and calm.

"At least not in my understanding. I still haven't fully figured out why I came into this world. Maybe it was just an accident in the void turbulence, maybe not. But one thing I'm sure of—"

Qin Mo's gaze deepened slightly.

"I am not anyone's messenger, spokesperson, or tool. My coming here is my own destiny. All the choices I have made are my own choices."

Broad listened quietly without interrupting.

"but--"

Qin Mo's tone shifted slightly.

"The emperor you speak of,"

He paused.

"He is indeed a respectable person."

Broad raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Oh? Brother Qin Mo knows something about Quan's father?"

"I know a little," Qin Mo said. "A being with such cultivation could have transcended all things and roamed freely between heaven and earth, yet he willingly remained imprisoned on a chair for ten thousand years, just to light a lamp for his people."

Qin Mo's voice was soft, but every word carried weight.

"In the world I came from, those who walked this path were called those who made great vows. They took the wishes of all beings as their own, and the suffering of all beings as their own. The journey was incredibly arduous, and only one in a hundred survived. But all those who could successfully traverse this path were truly virtuous individuals."

Broad fell silent.

After a while.

Then, the 1,200-year-old wolf, the veteran who had seen life and death and had long buried his joys and sorrows deep beneath the ice, had tears in his eyes.

It only lasted a moment.

A moment later, he returned to normal and patted Qin Mo's shoulder heavily.

"Brother Qin Mo. Regardless of whether you have a relationship with Quan's father or not, I quite like you, hahaha."

After saying that, he turned around and strode towards his comrades-in-arms.

"Don't just stand there! Check your weapons, replenish your ammunition, we still have battles to fight!"

The space wolves quickly recovered from the shock of the "sacred site" and began to get busy.

Qin Mo glanced silently at the gleaming "Human Emperor Flag" in his hand.

The Banner of Ten Thousand Souls is still inside.

Those evil spirits are still inside.

Its essence remains unchanged; it is still the same evil cultivation treasure that has accompanied him for thousands of years.

It's just a different skin.

Qin Mo sighed silently in his heart.

"I never imagined that one day, I, a dignified master of heretical cultivation, would have to make a living by pretending to be righteous."

[This is called keeping up with the times] The system delivered a timely blow.

"……Shut up."

Then, Jill walked over to Qin Mo.

The Space Wolf Sergeant's expression was more serious than before; he had just received intelligence through the communications channel.

"Brother Qin Mo, there's something I must tell you."

"explain."

"The entire defensive line is collapsing."

"Although you helped us save several outposts, those positions were just scattered nodes on the entire defensive line. According to the battlefield communications I just received, the northern hemisphere defense line of Cardia has completely collapsed, and the situation in the southern hemisphere is not much better."

"Chaos's forces far exceed our previous estimates. Abaddon is serious this time; he has mobilized almost all the forces available within the Eye of Terror."

"Given the current situation, spreading out the defense is no longer effective."

Qin Mo nodded slightly: "So?"

"Therefore, we must concentrate our efforts on defending the Kraf Bastion."

Jill pointed southeast, where, on the distant horizon, the outline of a massive fortress could be faintly seen.

The bastion was impressive in scale, with thick walls stretching like a mountain range and countless defensive emplacements covering it like the quills of a hedgehog.