Chunibyo in Cultivation World

After learning from Bai Muxu that there was something wrong with his spells, Li Tianwei naturally had to handle the matter.

When Bai Muxu had questioned him earlier, Li Tianwei truly felt a sense of déjà vu—as if he had returned to his school days, where the teacher would call on him to answer questions, and he could respond without hesitation, leaving the process of proving it to others.

He could only sigh at how brilliant he was, though it was a pity he was born too late—after Newton and before Einstein.

Li Tianwei mused inwardly, then summoned the Book Spirit once more.

Since he needed to construct a spell truly belonging to himself, the Book Spirit could undoubtedly provide some useful insights.

As a Celestial Art, the Book Spirit possessed a unique understanding of both spell structures and cultivation methods.

“Master.”

After emerging from the storage ring, the Book Spirit cautiously poked its head out.

After all, it had just sensed a dense aura of evil earlier—an oppressive feeling as if some demonic being had descended upon the world, reminiscent of the ancient days tens of thousands of years ago when Immortal Tianyuan battled the Extraterrestrial Demons.

But when it saw Li Tianwei, the Book Spirit fell silent.

Though it did not possess great power itself, as a Celestial Art created by an immortal, the concealment technique of Bai Muxu and the Divine Concealment and Breath-Stilling Technique could not deceive it.

“How could this be? You’ve comprehended more? You’ve actually gained two more Dao Intents?”

Sensing the aura of four Dao Intents emanating from Li Tianwei, the Book Spirit was stunned.

It clearly remembered that even Immortal Tianyuan had only achieved this upon ascending to immortality—hence why he had created the Five Intentions Converge to Heaven Art.

Yet now, Li Tianwei had already comprehended four.

If he grasped just one more, he would be on par with Immortal Tianyuan himself.

At that moment, the Book Spirit began to doubt its previous understanding of Li Tianwei entirely.

“Could it be... that he truly possesses the Five-Colored Heavenly Root?”

It recalled vividly how Li Tianwei had once revealed that dim, multicolored, flickering spiritual root of his.

As for the Book Spirit’s shock and suspicion, Li Tianwei didn’t find it strange at all.

Others might have five Intents, but he had three thousand—wasn’t that normal?

There were always differences between people, after all.

It was just a pity that Li Tianwei had met so few who could actually recognize his brilliance.

But that didn’t matter—he knew it himself, and that was enough.

He wouldn’t go around proclaiming it anyway.

As for the System, it had long since rolled its metaphorical eyes at him in silence.

“Book Spirit, tell me the structure and framework used in constructing spells within your Celestial Art.”

Upon summoning the Book Spirit, Li Tianwei immediately asked.

“Ah!”

The Book Spirit finally snapped out of its daze caused by Li Tianwei’s shocking display of Dao Intents.

“The structure of spells?”

“In the Five Intentions Converge to Heaven Art, Immortal Tianyuan constructed them based on the sources of his five Dao Intents.”

“If you wish to create spells suited for yourself, it’s best to construct them according to the Dao Intents you’ve comprehended.”

The Book Spirit explained carefully.

“I wonder what Dao Intents you’ve grasped, Master?”

Given the overwhelming innate talent Li Tianwei had just displayed, the Book Spirit no longer dared to look down on him—in fact, it even began to flatter him.

“Death, Resentment, Killing, and Evil.”

Li Tianwei stated the Dao Intents he had comprehended in a calm, almost casual tone.

“What?”

Upon hearing those words, the Book Spirit froze completely, staring in disbelief, as though its very ears had failed it.

“Is there a problem?”

Li Tianwei naturally noticed the odd tone in its voice.

“N-No, no problem at all.”

The Book Spirit panicked instantly.

After all, anyone encountering a cultivator who had comprehended such sinister and taboo Dao Intents would probably react the same way!

“However, Master, when constructing spells, you must pay attention to the restraining relationships between different spells—it affects the results greatly.”

The Book Spirit quickly composed itself.

Death, resentment, evil—whatever.

It had no choice but to accept it.

And seeing how unaware Li Tianwei seemed of the strangeness of his own path, it wisely chose not to press further.

After finishing its explanation, the Book Spirit carefully observed Li Tianwei’s expression.

Seeing his calm demeanor, it realized that further persuasion would be pointless.

Considering Li Tianwei’s past cultivation methods, which were anything but normal, the Book Spirit could only sigh silently.

As for Li Tianwei himself, he already had some ideas.

The so-called framework or structure of spells no longer concerned him.

Building spells according to Dao Intents alone seemed far too narrow in his view—far too small in scope.

“I possess a Divine Power now. Since that’s the case, I’ll start from there!”

With that thought, Li Tianwei immediately instructed the Book Spirit.

“Explain to me the various spell systems within your Celestial Art.”

Then, he took out the Complete Compendium of Spells that Bai Muxu had given him.

“Understood, Master.”

The Book Spirit responded at once.

“‘Prison Heaven’? Let me examine the Divine Power I obtained from Heaven and Earth.”

With that thought, Li Tianwei sat cross-legged, sensing the Divine Power deep within his consciousness.

The moment he came into contact with Prison Heaven, all knowledge regarding this Divine Power surged into his mind.

A torrent of information flooded him—far more extensive than anything contained in the Five Intentions Converge to Heaven Art or any other knowledge he had encountered.

As the name implied, Prison Heaven held the power to imprison the heavens themselves.

When activated, it could suppress and seal an entire region, erasing it with overwhelming might capable of binding even the sky.

By channeling the power of Prison Heaven, one could annihilate all living beings or destroy any existence within its reach—such was its terrifying might.

However, Li Tianwei was only in the Foundation Establishment Realm; to unleash its full potential, one would need to become an immortal.

Of course, in Li Tianwei’s eyes, that limitation meant nothing.

He possessed the Undying Body of the Sacrificial Dao, which allowed him to use secret arts that explosively boosted his cultivation.

Furthermore, by using the Resentment Channeling Curse to connect with Heaven and Earth, he could amplify his power hundreds of times over.

Stacking the two together, it was clear his strength already far surpassed that of ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Now that he understood everything about the Divine Power Prison Heaven, all he had to do was construct accordingly.

“Prison Heaven... Prison Heaven...”

“Hahaha, I see now—oppressing with the might of Heaven and sealing all within!”

In that instant, Li Tianwei gained inspiration.

He simultaneously flipped through the Complete Compendium of Spells while listening to the Book Spirit’s explanations of various spells within the Five Intentions Converge to Heaven Art.

To multitask in such a way was simple for Li Tianwei.

Back in his old world, he could study literature and mathematics simultaneously an hour before an exam and still score full marks.

Compared to that, this was nothing.

Meanwhile, the Book Spirit observed Li Tianwei writing and sketching across the pages as he worked.

Its attention soon drifted to the characters forming beneath his brush—and it froze.

Lines and lines of numbers, alongside countless bizarre spells—yes, truly bizarre spells—filled the page.

Things like Resentful Spirit Technique, Gathering Grievance Art, Extreme Yin Supreme Yang Method, Essence Stabilization Technique...

The Book Spirit even spotted a few dual cultivation methods among them, and several righteous exorcising arts mixed in among highly poisonous and sinister techniques.

It was utterly bizarre—so strange that the Book Spirit couldn’t imagine how such a chaotic collection of spells could ever be properly constructed.

Clearly, Li Tianwei hadn’t taken its earlier warning about restraining relationships between spells to heart.