Levi carefully stored away those two drops of golden blood suspended in midair.
The instant they touched his palm, a warmth pure to the extreme surged into his soul along his palm, causing his very soul to tremble.
He bowed deeply toward the Emperor.
“Thank you, Your Majesty.”
The Emperor did not speak, only looking at him silently.
There was no joy or anger in that gaze, only a bottomless calm.
Subsequently, he turned around and led Malcador and the Custodes to inspect the Thousand Sons formation.
It was not until the Emperor’s figure disappeared at the end of the hall that Magnus finally let out a heavy sigh of relief, patted Levi’s shoulder, and said excitedly:
“Wonderful!
Levi, we’ve succeeded halfway!”
“There is still the final step.” Levi smiled, opening his palm to reveal the two drops of Emperor’s Blood.
“We have to set up the array first before we can completely dispel this damned curse.”
“Whatever you need, just say the word!
All the resources of the entire Pyramid of Photep are completely yours to mobilize!
All the scholars of the five great schools are also under your command!”
Magnus waved his large hand, his tone incomparably straightforward.
That afternoon, the first-floor hall of the Pyramid of Photep was completely cleared out.
Following the blueprint for the Soul Anchoring Array given by Elias, Levi began to evenly mix the Emperor’s Blood with Star Marrow Soul Ink.
Star Marrow Soul Ink was something Levi had purchased from the system shop, specifically used for drawing high-tier soul arrays.
Finally, Levi drew a massive array with a diameter of a hundred meters on the obsidian floor.
The patterns of the array were complex and eerie, bearing the unique mystical runes of the wizard world, faintly radiating an aura that was both majestic and somehow holy?
Magnus personally stood guard for him, while over a thousand Thousand Sons warriors sat cross-legged at the various nodes of the array, according to Levi’s instructions.
Amon stood in a corner, his gaze complex as he watched that busy deep red figure, ultimately choosing silence.
When the final stroke of the pattern was drawn, the setting sun happened to shine through the crystal dome and onto the golden array, coating the entire hall in a gentle light.
Levi took a deep breath, walked to the center of the array, and, with a shift of intent, activated the formation.
Hum—
A low and resonant hum resounded throughout the entire hall, causing even the pyramid to tremble slightly.
The entire grand array abruptly lit up with dazzling golden light.
Countless golden threads extended from the array as if alive, entwining around every Thousand Sons warrior.
That cold, evil energy lurking in the depths of their souls and rooted for decades let out shrill shrieks as if encountering its nemesis, frantically trying to flee.
But the golden threads were like blades, slicing and tearing apart that black evil energy bit by bit, then completely melting it away within the golden light.
The entire process lasted for a full two hours.
When the final trace of black evil energy was completely swallowed by the golden light, the entire hall instantly fell silent.
They felt an unprecedented clarity and calm within their bodies; that sense of fear of constantly being devoured by mutation, that bone-deep coldness and despair, had completely vanished without a trace.
They looked down at their own hands, feeling the smoothly flowing psychic energy within their bodies, and expressions of disbelief appeared on their faces.
“It succeeded…
we really succeeded!”
It was unknown who shouted with a trembling voice, but the entire hall instantly erupted into deafening cheers.
The Thousand Sons warriors stood up one after another, knelt on one knee toward Levi in the center of the array, and gazed at him with the most devout and fervent looks.
Magnus stepped forward and tightly embraced Levi.
This crimson giant, who was normally incomparably majestic, was actually covered in tears at this moment:
“Thank you, Levi.
You not only saved my sons but also saved the entire Thousand Sons Legion.
You are the eternal benefactor of the Thousand Sons!”
Levi patted his back, but he was very clear in his heart.
This was merely a temporary victory.
Tzeentch would not let matters go, and this Lord of Change would absolutely not easily give up the Thousand Sons, this piece of fat meat that was already in his mouth.
He had to become stronger as quickly as possible.
Starting from the second day, Levi completely rooted himself in the Great Library of the Pyramid of Photep.
Magnus gave him the highest clearance; all the books in the collection here, including those forbidden tomes from Magnus’s private collection and unique copies passed down from the Golden Age of Technology, could be browsed at his leisure.
Levi continued to maintain his signature speed of flipping books.
The rustling sound of turning pages continued from morning to night, never stopping.
The library administrators had long since become accustomed to it and had even specially prepared a custom cart for him to pile up the books he needed to read each day.
Amon was still monitoring him, but seeing that Levi did nothing but read books every day, even eating and sleeping in the library, he also gradually relaxed his guard.
He simply couldn’t understand how someone could have such a fanatical thirst for knowledge.
Only Levi himself knew that he was not reading books; he was earning points.
Looking at the rapidly jumping numbers on the system panel, Levi’s eyes were glowing.
In just half a month, he scanned every scannable book in the Great Library of the Pyramid of Photep.
The Nexus Points in his account also soared all the way from the remaining ten thousand or so initially, breaking through to over fifty-three thousand.
“Finally, that’s enough.”
Levi let out a long sigh of relief, put down the final ancient tome in his hand, and clicked open the system shop.
He had long since decided that he wanted to buy a wizard inheritance.
His wizard talent was too poor; ordinary inheritances were simply not suitable for him.
Those methods requiring exceedingly high talent to cultivate, which others could grasp in a year, might take him ten years or even longer.
Levi scrolled through the system shop for a long time, compared dozens of wizard inheritances, and his gaze finally stopped on an inheritance named Abyssal Resonance Method.
The price of this inheritance was exactly fifty thousand points.
Its rating was neither high nor low, but its introduction made Levi’s eyes light up.
[Inheritance Name: Abyssal Resonance Method]
[Grade: First-Circle to Pseudo-Legendary]
[Introduction: Does not require exceedingly high wizard talent.
Cultivate by establishing a soul resonance with the Abyss and borrowing the power of the Abyss.
Cultivation speed far exceeds ordinary methods, no obvious bottlenecks, can be cultivated all the way to the Pseudo-Legendary realm.]
[Restrictions: A Pseudo-Legendary is not a true Legendary and cannot condense an independent soul origin belonging to oneself.
One’s power is always restricted by the will of the Abyss.
If the connection with the Abyss is forcibly severed, one’s base will instantly fall back to the First-Circle.
Furthermore, prolonged reliance on the power of the abyss carries the risk of being assimilated by its will.]
A true legendary wizard needed to completely integrate their soul, spirit, and magic, condensing a unique soul origin that did not rely on any external objects.
From then on, they would be impervious to myriad tribulations, immortal, and possess the mighty power to create minor worlds.
However, this Abyssal Resonance Method took an extreme shortcut.
It did not require the cultivator to polish their own power bit by bit but instead directly borrowed it from the boundless and infinite Abyss.
The cultivation speed was extremely fast, with almost no bottlenecks, capable of rushing all the way to Pseudo-Legendary and possessing combat power comparable to a true legendary wizard.
But the price was also extremely obvious.
The power was borrowed and would never belong to oneself.
Moreover, one constantly faced the risk of being corrupted by Chaos and reduced to a puppet of the Abyss.
If it were anyone else, they might hesitate time and time again, or even give up entirely.
Yet Levi clicked to purchase without hesitation.
Risk?
From the first day he transmigrated into the Warhammer universe, he had been dancing on the tip of a knife.
Being targeted by Tzeentch was a risk, being suspected by Amon was a risk; compared to these, the risk of being assimilated by the Abyss was simply nothing.
What’s more, he was not an ordinary person.
He possessed top-tier psychic talent, which was both a curse and a gift.
Combined with the Abyssal Resonance Method, he could draw immense energy from the Abyss—that is, the Warp in the Warhammer universe—until he broke through to Pseudo-Legendary.
He was confident that he could control the power of the Warp, rather than being controlled by it.
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