This is the Map of the Webway's Dukang

Life will always find a way. This sounds reasonable, and it is indeed very true.

As the race most adept at currying favor in the entire galaxy, the Aeldari have clung to the strongest and most powerful ally since their very inception.

As the eldest son of the Old Ones Saints, before the War in Heaven, the Aeldari were just a group of savages jumping around in the trees. They were later transformed by the Old Ones into the Aeldari.

If this happened to humans, it might be considered foreign colonization, but the Old Ones were different. Old Ones Morality standards were so high that they wouldn't commit such a barbaric act as using Native American scalps as yo-yos.

This was the first time the Aeldari had latched onto a powerful figure; they went from being a skinny little monkey who bared its teeth at wild animals to becoming the eldest son of Old Ones in one fell swoop.

As for whether the Primal Aeldari would have any rebellious feelings, not at all. With such a powerful backer falling from the sky, and Old Ones as a Morality exemplar, they would be truly foolish not to seize the opportunity.

Even after the decline and extinction of the Old Ones Saints, Old Ones left behind the Aeldari Eldar Gods, providing them with top-notch after-sales service.

It was this second instance of clinging to a powerful ally that allowed the Aeldari Empire to inherit the legacy of the Old Ones saints after the War in Heaven. With the gods protecting them and advanced technology under their belt, they became the undisputed overlords of the galaxy, a position they held for 65 million years.

But when you're well-fed and clothed, lust takes hold. After the Necron fell into slumber, Bean Sprout thought himself incredibly awesome. He felt he had no equal in this vast galaxy, and it was time to enjoy himself.

But their enjoyment was one Slaanesh, but their ecstasy ultimately led to the creation of Slaanesh. With just that one cry, the Aeldari Empire was shattered, 99% of the Sprouts were swallowed whole by the Chaos God, and the Pantheon was reduced to dust. Those who were meant to flee fled, and those who were meant to die died. The only one who cared about the Aeldari was a Cegorach.

However, there were positive effects. The Aeldari used their own experience to teach all races a lesson, demonstrating how terrible the price of the birth of Chaos God could be.

Based on the information available, the Aeldari can be described as a group of dead survivors, with a bleak future for the entire race, much like the Necron have no future at all.

So the Aeldari who survived the Great Cataclysm began to find their own way out. Some became outlaws and savages, becoming Flower sprouts, while others continued to degenerate into Black sprouts deep within the Webway.

The remaining group, neither good nor bad, formed Ark Eldar societies—the so-called "White sprouts"—using Craftworld motherships comparable in size to planets.

Perhaps due to differences in habits, the Psychic Power race Sprouts will rapidly differentiate themselves due to their social structure and various other reasons, much like their distant relatives, the elves of neighboring Azeroth.

But one thing they have in common is that, regardless of the type of bean sprout, they are all extremely superstitious about prophecy and often perform some Abstract Maneuver.

Take, for example, the familiar story of Angron. Black sprouts predicted that Angron would bring them bloodshed and slaughter, so they planned to kidnap the Primarch while he was still young. If they could capture him, they would discipline him severely; if not, they would kill him directly.

But it was precisely because of the actions Black sprouts took according to the prophecy that Angron hated these Pointy-ears creatures so much, and formed the Sprout Barbecue Fan Club with Vulkan.

Upon closer examination, one will find that the Aeldari's prophecies are indeed quite accurate. However, the reason why they are accurate is irrelevant; the result is what matters.

This time, the great Aeldari, the most famous charlatan of the Imperial Age, the leader of the Ulthwé Ark World, a VIP member of Commorragh, a close friend of the Emperor, the Galactic Thief Saint, the most despicable thief in Trazyn's eyes, the first person to dig up his own ancestral grave, and the Great Prophet Eldrad, suddenly received a divine revelation.

The prophecy was so terrifying that even the great prophet, who was considered old enough to be immortal among the Aeldari, was so frightened that he lost his appetite for five days.

But five days later, the Great Prophet made a decisive decision. "The path to salvation lies within it. Set out! The destination Serenity. I will lead you to the little granddaughter of the neighbor of my second aunt's third nephew's fourth daughter— Ji Yalan!"

So when Mordred returned to Serenity, this was the scene she saw: one of her Four Heavenly Kings, Ji Yalan, was being clung to by a poorly dressed Aeldari, who was trying to curry favor by calling him "aunt," completely disregarding his own dignity, all in an attempt to Atlas.

Shamelessness Invincible Under Heaven, and Eldrad, that Old Ones who once frequented brothels with the Emperor, was utterly shameless. Upon seeing Mordred, he immediately grabbed his leg and cried, "Father!"

"Huh? What did you call me?"

"Father! Look how alike we are! I can tell at a glance that I am your own son."

Mordred was so angry he almost laughed. Some said he was Chaos God, some said he was C'tan, and some even said he was Orks man. And now you're saying I'm your father?

"No, Old Deng, who are you? If you have something to say, say it. If not, get lost. I can tell you're not young anymore. We at Atlas don't discriminate against outsiders. You have hands and feet, can't you do something else? Why do you have to come here and try to scam me?"

The Khan! Give him ten dollars and tell him to get the hell out of here.

The Khan shoved a ten-dollar coin into Eldrad's hand, and the Black Knights grabbed him and rushed him outside.

"What kind of nonsense is this? They have hands and feet but don't work, yet they insist on calling everyone 'Dad.' I hate people who stage accidents to extort money; these kinds of people are just crazy!"

"No, I Am Not a God. I'm here to discuss cooperation. I'm the great prophet of the Ulthwé Craftworld, and I intend to offer you my Craftworld!"

"Stop!" Grabbing Eldrad's collar, Mordred, who was still some distance away, flashed to stand next to Eldra and pointed at Ji Yalan, scolding, "I'm not saying anything, but why didn't you let us know you had a distinguished guest? Rambo! Get out here right now and bring out that bottle of red wine I've been keeping. I need to have a good talk with my precious son."

"But boss, didn't you just say he's crazy?"

"Shut up! Look at him, he has a nose and eyes, and I have a nose and eyes too. This is clearly my long-lost adopted son. But then again, if I hadn't seen Craftworld, I wouldn't mind putting righteousness before family."

"Yes, absolutely. Send someone with my men, and you'll see the Craftworld."

Having received the benefits, Mordred completely changed his tune and immediately ordered his men to treat him to fine food and wine, while also letting Ji Yalan verify the truth of the matter.

And the result turned out to be true; this Ark World was near Serenity, only it was in the Webway, a Webway that Atlas still didn't know about.

Furthermore, that Craftworld was not a small Craftworld; it was far superior to the dilapidated little ship that Ji Yalan had built up by becoming pirates. It was a self-sufficient Ark World.

If it were just a small settlement coming to seek refuge, that would be one thing; Atlas has taken quite a few people from outside over the years, but they've always taken Wild sprouts. This is the first time he's seen White sprouts.

Mordred suspected the other party had ill intentions, while Eldrad felt his sincerity was insufficient and immediately pulled a map from his body and placed it in front of Mordred.

"Look, this is a map of our Ulthran Webway. Isn't it a coincidence? This area of Maelstrom was once the fiefdom of our Kingdom of Ulthwé. I sincerely want to join Atlas."

"Wait, you said this is Webway map? A map? I have a strange sense of déjà vu about it! This map is so big, is there a dagger hidden inside it?"

"Oh! Your Highness is overthinking it, it's not a dagger!"

"That's good."

"It's a Sword of the Old Woman!"

"Huh? Guards! Seize the assassin!"