Faced with Tzeentch's nearly self-destructive mad sacrifice and the terrifying aura of The One-in-All beginning to seep from the temporary passage, Hua Wei not only made no move to stop him, but instead curved his lips in an intrigued smile.
He even raised a hand slightly, signaling the Hilling Apostles around him—who had instantly entered combat readiness at the arrival of a supreme being—to remain calm.
"Let me see how you intend to please me," he murmured with a hint of amusement.
The passage Tzeentch had forged by burning himself finally stabilized. Then, a vast will that seemed to encompass every scrap of knowledge and mystery in the universe slowly swept across the entire Great Rift.
Space itself groaned beneath the strain, and the lines of law blurred and twisted.
A massive aggregate composed of countless spheres gleaming with coldly rational light "emerged" from that singularity of knowledge.
Its very existence was a torrent of information, an embodiment of time and space, the ultimate cold intelligence—The One-in-All, Yog-Sothoth, had answered that humble summons and descended here.
With the arrival of this Abyssal supreme being, the depths of the Warp boiled once more, as though drawn by some invisible force!
Countless Abyssal gods, twisted in form and terrifying in aura, poured forth in droves. They clustered around Yog-Sothoth's indescribably vast form, releasing chaotic, frenzied shrieks and whispers.
Their numbers far surpassed the batch that Genesis had previously purified, as though they were endless.
At the sight, Tzeentch—whose power was nearly burned out and whose body had become phantomlike and translucent—sent out a sharp, exhilarated mental pulse. Toward Yog-Sothoth, he exhausted his last strength to sing praises:
"Great The One-in-All! Your humble servant offers this place to you! I have lured the Hilling Emperor here! Their existence is the greatest blasphemy against