Chunibyo in Cultivation World

If anyone had been inside the cave residence at this moment, they would have seen the entire cavern overflowing with yin energy, as if countless remnant souls were twisting and contorting in agony within it.

Yet, that was not even the most terrifying part.

The dense resentment surged skyward, and under its influence, the entire cave seemed to have transformed into a fragment of hell itself.

As for Li Tianwei—there was no need to even mention him.

From the moment he began channeling the world’s resentful energy into his body, countless vague silhouettes appeared behind him, wailing and howling in endless torment.

Such a sight made Li Tianwei seem like a living vessel of all the grievances under heaven.

Amid this terrifying disturbance, the Book Spirit inside Li Tianwei’s storage ring was frantically flipping through its pages in panic.

“What’s going on? What is Master doing! Such dense evil energy—resentful power! Even those Extraterrestrial Demons might not be this frightening.”

Compared to it, the System, which shared life and death with Li Tianwei, was even closer to collapse.

【Host! Host! Stop this madness! That’s the Resentment of Heaven and Earth! If you draw it into your body, you’ll be ruined!】

The System shouted with all its might.

Yet because Li Tianwei had blocked it out, he could not hear its voice at all.

Even if he had heard, Li Tianwei would still have persisted stubbornly.

To him, danger was something that happened to others—never to the protagonist.

【You fool! You’ll really die like this! The Undying Body of the Sacrificial Dao only protects your flesh and life essence. If your divine soul becomes completely tainted, you’ll lose control entirely. No reason, no awareness—nothing will save you, not even the Undying Body!】

Other than when Li Tianwei once used the Fission Qi-Guiding Method, the System had never been this terrified.

In all other dangers, it had always been able to shield him.

But this time was different.

Li Tianwei was using his body as the medium, connecting his own resentment to the world’s boundless resentful energy—this was no longer something the System could protect him from.

The reason this world was invaded by Evil Demons in the first place, the reason the System brought Li Tianwei across worlds, was precisely because this realm had gone wrong—polluted by Filthy Resentful Aura and corruption of every kind.

When Li Tianwei had once been forced to take in Grievance Energy, his intuition had been correct—there truly was a grave problem with this world.

But instead of avoiding that problem, he now chose to confront it head-on, even to merge with it.

That was nothing short of suicide.

What “absorbing the world’s resentment to strengthen oneself”?

If resentment could truly be absorbed, the world would not have fallen apart in the first place.

Given the situation now, it was no wonder the System reacted like this.

【It’s over! It’s over! You might’ve had good luck before, but now you’re standing before the very root of the world’s filth!】

The System looked at the countless twisted, grinning, frenzied shadows creeping behind Li Tianwei, and its heart turned utterly cold.

【It’s over.】

At that moment, Li Tianwei’s eyes turned crimson.

An evil aura poured from his entire being, and a dense killing intent erupted instantly, shrouding the entire cave in a bloody mist.

Now, within this cave residence, the Resentment-Channeling Curse was connecting to the heavens, summoning a dreadful aura of resentment, while Li Tianwei’s own murderous intent fueled the growing corruption.

The situation was dire beyond words.

Li Tianwei himself felt his consciousness being pulled away.

The Resentment of Heaven and Earth was nothing like the Filthy Resentful Aura controlled by Liu Muyu’s Soul-Corrupting Banner—the two were on completely different levels.

The banner contained the resentment of one hundred thousand souls.

But how vast was the resentment of heaven and earth?

Every person in the world who died with hatred in their heart left behind a trace of resentment that returned to heaven and earth.

Not only the dead—even the living cultivators could harbor resentment, and that resentment naturally fused into the world as well.

It was for this reason—coupled with the invasion of demons—that half of this realm had already fallen into darkness.

When Li Tianwei’s consciousness was drawn away, he once again entered a different world.

He still failed to realize something was wrong.

Because at that moment, his only thought was—

“I’ve had another epiphany.”

That familiar sensation—it was exactly the cultivation enlightenment he had been desperately chasing these past few days!

Sensing his approach, the world’s resentment began to pour toward him.

The nature of resentment was to corrupt—to erode one’s reason and sanity, turning them into a wraith filled only with hatred.

Li Tianwei stood among it all, utterly unaware of what the resentful energy was doing.

He made no attempt to resist, letting it flood freely into his body.

The resentment, too, was surprised.

It had never met a being like this before.

Every living thing it touched had resisted it in terror—none had ever welcomed it like this.

Seeing such a perfect prey before it, how could the resentment possibly hold back?

It began its corrosion immediately.

To corrupt a human heart, resentment naturally targeted human weakness.

Thus, scenes that pierced directly into one’s soul began to unfold before Li Tianwei’s eyes.

But unlike before, these visions were deeper—more personal.

He saw the desires he had sought all his life yet never obtained.

He saw what he cherished being treated as worthless by others.

He saw himself loving the world, only to die by hatred.

He saw himself cold and ruthless, only to perish because of one fleeting moment of pity.

One after another, visions of despair played out endlessly within his consciousness.

To the resentful energy, breaking Li Tianwei’s mind should have been an easy task.

Yet, as time passed, his awareness remained unshaken.

His mind was immovable—unyielding—and strangely, there was even a hint of enjoyment on his face.

If resentment had feelings, it would have been dumbfounded.

Li Tianwei was, indeed, enjoying this familiar “epiphany.”

Of course, it was only an “epiphany” to him.

For anyone else, enlightenment here would mean death.

Because of Li Tianwei’s absolute confidence, his so-called enlightenment began to manifest into reality.

He could feel it—he was beginning to refine the resentment itself.

He cared nothing for what he was enduring.

In his mind, nothing was impossible.

And truly, within that dense sea of resentment, he saw his “answer.” He was sure he could grasp something from it.

With that conviction, Li Tianwei charged toward the answer.

He could feel himself getting closer—closer and closer.

But at the same time, the resentment began to change direction, turning toward something else entirely.

“What is that…?”

Holding that thought, Li Tianwei pressed on regardless.

“Come! Be absorbed—completely!”

In that instant, a fan-shaped Dao Foundation emerged between his brows.

The Undying Body of the Sacrificial Dao manifested, merging the three intents—Death, Resentment, and Killing—

—and charged straight toward that “answer.”