When Slaanesh's core divinity, embodying "ultimate indulgence" and "endless craving," tried to coil around, corrupt, and assimilate that golden flame like the most cunning of vipers...
It finally struck a conceptual iron wall it should never have touched.
What was the essence of [primordial divine flame]?
It was the Emperor's will. It was humanity's spirit of resistance, never yielding before endless darkness. It was order, sacrifice, responsibility-the absolute resolve to "burn oneself to protect others."
It and Slaanesh's essence of "devouring everything to satisfy oneself" were two utterly opposite, absolutely antagonistic extremes of the universe.
As incompatible as fire and water.
The instant they touched, there was no earth-shattering explosion, no dazzling display of light and shadow.
There was only absolute "annihilation" on a conceptual level.
BOOM!!!!
The golden flame erupted!
It was no longer the gentle light of a protective beacon. It had become the furious Emperor's Wrath, burning all things to ash and passing judgment on heretics!
Every pink-and-purple pattern that had seeped in, every decadent melody, every cloying fragrance evaporated without a trace before those overwhelmingly powerful golden flames, like ice and snow beneath the blazing summer sun!
The assimilated Gretchin souls jolted awake. Seeing the buckets of pink paint that had somehow appeared in their hands, they fell onto their backsides in fright, their faces filled with lingering dread.
And the energy imbued with Slaanesh's divinity, which [primordial quickening] had devoured as a "delicacy," now became the deadliest poison.
The golden Emperor's Fire burned fiercely inside Liu Zhipeng, using that energy as fuel. Like the most efficient purification furnace, the flames burned every "impurity" belonging to Slaanesh-the concepts of "indulgence," "desire," and "emptiness"-into the purest wisps of smoke.
All that remained was the purest Warp energy, perfectly filtered and refined to its utmost!
Liu Zhipeng jolted