What kind of ocean was that?
Warm, vast, and pure to the extreme.
It enveloped Magnus's shattered, exhausted, and riddled soul, like the most ancient mother sea that birthed thousands of stars at the dawn of the universe.
This divine power, guided by Leticia's own hands and fused with four kinds of Genesis Authorities, did not display any violent destructiveness.
It merely flowed, gently yet irresistibly, into every corner of his soul and body.
For ten thousand years, the pain and madness that had tormented him like maggots on bone were, under the washing of this power, quickly and thoroughly dissolved and purified, like snow illuminated by the sun.
Those self-distorting psychic imprints born of regret were smoothed out one by one.
Those negative emotions of madness and paranoia, spawned from despair, were slowly washed away.
Magnus felt as if he had returned to a most distant, long-forgotten dream.
In that dream, he did not yet have that single eye blinded by desire, nor that massive body twisted by rage, much less that heart repeatedly torn by pride and regret.
He was merely a newborn infant, filled with the purest, most primal desire for knowledge about the entire universe.
His soul felt an unprecedented, extreme sense of peace and tranquility.
This was an experience deeper and more wonderful than any "epiphany" he had ever gained while roaming the ocean of knowledge.
He instinctively and completely let go of all his defenses.
Like a child lost for eons, he had finally returned to his mother's embrace, surrendering everything he was, without reservation, to this warm and sacred power.
He allowed this power to reshape him, to correct him, and to pull his long-derailed destiny back onto the right, bright path.
Hum—!
The moment Magnus completely abandoned resistance, the Genesis divine power enveloping him suddenly flared with brilliant light!
A gigantic cocoon, emitting a soft, holy white light, rapidly formed with his massive body at its center.
On the surface of the light cocoon flowed countless mysterious golden runes constructed from the Authority of [Knowledge]. Like a living galaxy, they constantly appeared, vanished, and reorganized, planning an unprecedented, miraculous "creation"!
At the top of the pyramid, Angronia, Fogremia, and Sanguinia all held their breath, watching the massive light cocoon before them in shock.
They could clearly feel that within that light cocoon, an ancient soul was dying, while a brand new, more perfect life was being reborn from the ashes in an unprecedented manner!
Within the light cocoon, transformation was occurring.
It was the most thorough sublimation, from the origin of the soul to the material body!
Magnus's mountain-like massive body, enveloped in light, began to undergo drastic, earth-shattering changes.
His limbs, once incredibly thick and grotesque from bearing out-of-control psychic energy, were slowly lengthened and reshaped.
Every inch of knotted muscle, filled with explosive power, was meticulously crafted by the Divine Charm Authority, becoming slender and soft, yet containing an even more restrained, harmonious, and perfect sense of power, like the movement of stars.
His signature crimson skin, like burning rock, also shed all its roughness and violence under the nourishment of the Vitality Authority.
In its place was a sacred, fair complexion, smooth as jade and delicate as porcelain, with a healthy, rosy glow.
And the greatest change occurred on his head.
The empty, grotesque right eye socket, left behind from the sacrifice to the Chaos Gods, was at this moment filled by endless, pure points of light of life.
Flesh was reconstructing, nerves were weaving.
A brand new, perfect, crimson eye, shimmering with the brilliant light of wisdom, was slowly and miraculously forming within that light!
His figure, enveloped in the light, continued to shrink, refine, and reshape.
Finally, it completely settled into a perfect female form, nearly two meters tall, with a graceful stature and elegant curves.
That once-wild red hair, like a lion's mane, had transformed into smooth, waist-length hair like the most resplendent crimson cosmic nebula, silently fluttering in the light.
the crimson king of old, that shattered one-eyed giant driven mad by his own ideals and innocence, had completely vanished.
In his place was a soon-to-be-born, perfect embodiment of knowledge and wisdom—the Crimson Sage!
The energy of the light cocoon was being rapidly absorbed by the newborn body within.
Its dazzling white light began to gradually become soft and dim, and the form of the entire light cocoon became thinner and more transparent.
Through that veil-like curtain of light, one could already vaguely see.
A tall, perfect woman with cascading crimson hair was floating quietly and sacredly in the center of the light cocoon, her body bare, eyes closed, like a holy infant sleeping in amniotic fluid.
Crack—!
A crisp sound, like ice cracking, rang out softly.
A tiny crack appeared on the surface of the light cocoon.
Immediately following, a second, a third...
Countless cracks, like a spider web, instantly covered the entire light cocoon!
The next second.
Boom!
The entire light cocoon did not shatter as everyone had imagined.
Instead, like billions of meticulously carved, soft-glowing white petals, it silently and elegantly bloomed and blossomed in all directions!
The scene was as if a sacred Lotus of Genesis, which had gestated the truths of the entire universe, was slowly blooming at the top of the pyramid, facing that purified azure sky!
And in the center of that "lotus".
The newborn she slowly opened her eyes.
What kind of eyes were those?
Gone was any madness, pain, regret, or paranoia.
What remained was only a kind of tranquility and wisdom—as deep as the newborn universe, as pure as absolute truth, and as vast as the endless sea of stars...
Those beautiful, unique crimson eyes were so clear that they seemed capable of reflecting the most fundamental laws and mysteries of all things in the world.
She descended slowly from mid-air, her flawless, delicate body, like the most outstanding artwork of the gods, bare.
The moment her snowy-white toes were about to touch the ground.
Those dissipating "Lotus of Genesis" petals, which had turned into countless points of light, seemed to receive some silent summons and gathered towards her once again.
The points of light on her body, like the most skillful weaver, began to flow and weave rapidly.
In an instant, an elegantly styled, perfectly tailored crimson robe automatically generated, wrapping around her soul-stirring, perfect curves.
After doing all this.
She turned around, facing the black-robed goddess who had granted her rebirth and saved her from an eternal hell.
Then, she lifted her skirt, elegantly and solemnly bowing deeply towards Leticia, performing an impeccable, highest salute belonging to a scholar.
She parted her vermilion lips, and her voice was no longer Magnus's raspy roar, but a beautiful, intelligent, and magnetic female voice, as clear as a mountain spring and as profound as an ancient tome.
"Thank you for the gift of recreation, my Goddess."
"The Magnus of the past, that foolish sinner blinded by the appearance of knowledge, has died."
She slowly straightened up, lifted her head, and with those crimson eyes shimmering with absolute piety and the radiance of wisdom, she gazed deeply at Leticia, clearly declaring her brand new destiny word by word.
"From now on, I shall be your 'knowledge', the scalpel in your hand capable of dissecting all truths of the universe, and the foundation stone beneath your feet capable of bearing the palace of wisdom for a brand new era."
Leticia looked at the reborn Crimson Sage before her, and seeing that pure wisdom and loyalty in her eyes, devoid of any impurities, revealed a satisfied, gentle smile.
"Welcome home."
Leticia said softly, the voice like a final "oracle" that bestowed meaning upon her existence.
"Magna."
"Yes, my Goddess."
The Crimson Sage—Magna, upon hearing this brand new name that belonged to her, revealed a heartfelt, relieved, and stunningly beautiful smile.
She feeling the unprecedented, stable, and powerful psychic energy within her, and feeling her clear soul, no longer troubled by any negative emotions, her heart was filled with infinite Hope for the future.
Just then, her gaze inadvertently swept across the area below the pyramid.
In that burning, devastated ruin, she saw them.
She saw her children—the survivors who were aimlessly and helplessly resisting the Space Wolves like headless flies.
Those Thousand Sons sorcerers.
A surge of inseparable maternal love and responsibility, stemming from the deepest part of her bloodline and soul, instantly welled up in her heart.
Magna's eyes became incredibly gentle.
She turned her head, once again looking at Leticia, and in a tone filled with entreaty and anticipation, she softly requested:
"Goddess, please allow me..."
"To bring your light to my children as well."
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