This Is My Greater Daemon, the Great Unfaithful!

Zhou Yun's will, scattered throughout the entire reality dimension and the Warp, began to gather once more.

This was not difficult for him.

Ultimately, Zhou Yun had not truly ascended yet. He had merely become a complete minor Warp god, similar to Vash'tor, the Aeldari gods, and Malar, only occupying a broader domain.

The faith flooding into His will was also unlike the frenzied darkness that flowed toward The Emperor.

As for the Primal Motive—Saint Doraemon—Sanguinius had long anticipated that Zhou Yun might one day rise into a minor Warp god. Under his guidance and assistance, Zhou Yun had profoundly shaped the faith directed at Him, allowing it to point toward Zhou Yun without excessively alienating him. Zhou Yun easily absorbed that faith and became the Primal Motive.

The more difficult part was the Omnissiah. Yet that faith had ultimately been directed toward the Dragon of Mars. The Dragon of Mars spent most of its time sleeping like a rock, so those beliefs had not taken on much of His coloring. Nor had the Dragon of Mars been as crazed as the gods when He was sealed away. The faith directed toward the Dragon of Mars was scattered, but not excessively dangerous.

He only needed to find himself amid those countless tangled wills and stand once more above reality and the Warp.

Zhou Yun took a light step, and He gathered back into Himself.

Too many times. He had experienced the same thing too many times, and He would experience it many more times in the future.

But He had grown accustomed to it and become difficult to divide. Now, when Zhou Yun looked ahead, His eyes held nothing else—only a straight line stretching into the future. He walked upon that line like a child balancing on a white stripe,