Faced with this world-shattering pincer attack, Liu Zhipeng, standing at the very heart of the storm, did not even turn his head.
Digesting divine essences of this caliber might have required other beings to spend several epochs purging the impurities. But Liu Zhipeng had no such need.
He absorbed them so quickly that time itself lost all meaning.
It happened in the final second before Khorne's blood-red hand, Nurgle's plague-ridden intestine, and Tzeentch's web of logic could touch their target.
The galaxy-sized divine bodies of Gork and Mork gave one brief, soundless cry of anguish before dissolving completely into a rain of green light. The consciousnesses of the two ancient gods were utterly erased, and every last trace of their power was devoured by the golden star in the blink of an eye.
Then, a "supernova explosion" beyond all description erupted in the deepest reaches of the Warp.
Blinding golden divine fire surged outward with unstoppable force. The instant Khorne's crimson hand touched the golden light, it was like a block of ice thrust into a steel furnace. It did not even get the chance to boil before evaporating into nothingness. Nurgle's intestine, brimming with vicious plagues, caught fire, and the flames raced back up its length. The Plague Father let out a terrified, agonized scream and hurriedly severed his own entrails.
Tzeentch suffered the worst. Before absolute power, the causal web of logic he took such pride in was little more than a flimsy spiderweb. The golden divine fire not only burned through his spell, but also followed the threads of causality backward to ignite the Lord of Change's Crystal Labyrinth, reducing countless miniature universes woven from lies to ashes in an instant.
As the golden light faded, Liu Zhipeng's true form slowly emerged from the void.
He was