Chunibyo in Cultivation World

As for Li Tianwei’s idea—it was indeed a strange one.

He planned to use the Prison Heaven Divine Ability as the foundation to construct a spell suited uniquely to himself.

He added everything he could imagine into it—Dao Intent, Undying Body of the Sacrificial Dao, and more.

As for restrictive or countering relationships—such things didn’t matter.

Others might blame the uneven path when they stumbled, but Li Tianwei considered himself different.

Time soon slipped by, second after second.

Li Tianwei continuously activated the Prison Heaven Divine Ability, running through various kinds of spells, fusing them into his Dao Intent.

Among them, he used the Resentment Power of Heaven and Earth as the base.

When he used this spell in the future, he could cause that power to erupt violently, augmented by the Will of Prison Heaven.

At that moment, the resentment surged to the skies, sealing a region—capable of suppressing all beneath it.

Li Tianwei named this spell “Heaven-Ending Yin Fiend.”

With the Undying Body of the Sacrificial Dao unleashing its supreme secret power, he could link it with the resentment of Heaven and Earth, transforming the area through fission into a dense Yin Fiend aura capable of suppressing the origin and annihilating everything.

When he completed constructing it, Li Tianwei suddenly opened his eyes.

In that instant, he chanted the Resentment Channeling Curse, and his entire aura transformed.

A power of utter Yin burst forth as the surrounding Heaven and Earth turned dim.

At the same time, countless Yin souls, evil spirits, and fiendish energy howled out, beams of Yin Fiend erupting one after another.

Li Tianwei could sense that with just a single thought, these Yin Fiends would move according to his will—obedient as an arm to its master.

As for power—even a trace of that Yin Fiend energy contained strength equal to his full eruption on the Duel Platform before.

“Very good.”

Gazing at the Yin Fiend energy around him, Li Tianwei withdrew it, letting it merge into his body to temper his flesh.

“Kill… kill… die…”

He could hear the low whispers echoing in his ears from the Yin Fiend energy within his body, but Li Tianwei directly ignored them.

The Book Spirit, watching from the side as the Heaven-Ending Yin Fiend enveloped the entire cave residence, felt his heart turn icy cold—as if the whole world weighed down upon it.

It seemed that if Li Tianwei wished, he could obliterate it all in an instant.

“It’s done. I finally have a spell of my own.”

“Three Thousand Converging-Heaven Intentions, Resentment Channeling Curse, Heaven-Ending Yin Fiend, Prison Heaven, Western Great Dao Intent.”

Li Tianwei calculated his means and trump cards.

He was very clear about who his enemies were.

“The Extraterrestrial Demons.”

“It’s time to meet them.”

So thought Li Tianwei.

At the same time, an image surfaced in his mind—the strange pull he had felt on the Duel Platform, that thing drawing out his deathly and resentful aura.

“If I’m not mistaken, those must be the demons.”

【You don’t even need to seek them out. Those demons will likely make a move on you soon.】

At this moment, the long-silent System finally spoke.

“Huh?”

Li Tianwei’s face filled with confusion at the System’s words.

He hadn’t even gone looking for them, yet they were coming for him instead?

“Why?”

Li Tianwei couldn’t help but ask.

【Simple. They want to occupy your body.】

【To those demons, the resentment within you is far too heavy. Your Dao heart looks unstable—easy to invade, easy to control. Add to that your identity and your peerless talent—when chaos erupts in the future, you’d make for quite the useful pawn.】

The System said in an even tone.

But as soon as the System finished speaking, Li Tianwei’s expression turned dark and cold.

“They think I’m what?”

“Unstable Dao heart, heavy resentment—an easy target to control?”

After hearing the System’s words, Li Tianwei was immediately enraged.

He hadn’t expected to be underestimated in such a way—treated as someone whose Dao heart was not firm.

Wasn’t he the clearest about whether his Dao heart was stable or not?

The System, seeing his fury, could only fall silent, almost speechless.

It wanted to ask whether Li Tianwei’s focus was perhaps in the wrong place.

The System had to admit—it was impressed by Li Tianwei.

Still, part of it feared that he truly might have an unstable Dao heart or a wavering will.

But thinking carefully, that seemed unlikely.

This guy believed with unshakable conviction that his talent was extraordinary and that he possessed a Heavenly Spiritual Root.

How could someone like that possibly be influenced by the Extraterrestrial Demons?

The System almost wanted to see whether those demons truly had the power to affect Li Tianwei.

“Then I’ll wait for them to come.”

Li Tianwei immediately sat cross-legged, deciding to first improve his cultivation before anything else.

——

Meanwhile, elsewhere, Liu Muyu had received a chance from the Sacred Land of Baiyuan to redeem his mistakes—an opportunity he would never pass up.

To lure Li Tianwei down from the mountain, Liu Muyu began organizing throughout the Sacred Land of Lingxu, visiting every peak’s new disciples.

The excuse was simple—

He wanted to host a celebration for the new disciples’ victory over the Sacred Land of Baiyuan.

Beneath this façade, however, Liu Muyu had already made preparations.

As long as Li Tianwei descended the mountain, without Bai Muxu’s protection, Liu Muyu—with his Golden Core cultivation and a few other tricks—could easily subdue him.

And Liu Muyu indeed had the qualifications.

As a true disciple of Burning Void Peak, though he couldn’t yet fight across realms, he ranked among the strongest within the Golden Core Realm.

With his status as a true disciple of Burning Void Peak, inviting a few new disciples and relying on his slight connection with Heaven’s Gate Peak, it wasn’t difficult to lure Li Tianwei down.

Thus, before Li Tianwei had even agreed, Liu Muyu’s banquet for the new disciples was already in motion.

When the invitations reached certain hands, those disciples glanced over them, showing expressions of faint understanding.

Strangely, these disciples—who usually had no contact with each other—began to exchange meaningful nods.

If one were to investigate closely, they would find something different about these disciples compared to others—

As though there was an unseen link among them.

Meanwhile, on Woodbeard Peak—

Li Tianchen was looking at the invitation sent by Liu Muyu, frowning slightly.

“A true disciple of Burning Void Peak?”

“There’s never been anything like this before. Is he targeting Li Tianwei?”

Suddenly, Li Tianchen seemed to think of something.

“Perhaps I should take a look. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen my elder brother.”

A faint smile appeared on Li Tianchen’s face.

Heaven’s Gate Peak.

Li Tianwei, in his cave residence, was waiting for those so-called demons to come knocking, ready to give them a proper welcome.

But after several days of waiting, not only did no news come—everything remained eerily calm.

Just as Li Tianwei began suspecting the System might have malfunctioned again, a few servant disciples responsible for chores at Heaven’s Gate Peak delivered an invitation.

“Who is Liu Muyu?”

Li Tianwei immediately opened it and scanned through a few lines.

“Oh, it’s that disciple whom my cheap master didn’t take in.

What’s he planning now?”

The letter said it was a celebratory banquet held in Li Tianwei’s honor for his victory against the Sacred Land of Baiyuan.

It went on with long-winded flattery—praising Li Tianwei’s brilliance, expressing regret over not being accepted by Bai Muxu.

Of course, all that had been calculated by Liu Muyu.

Although the two had little connection, within the Sacred Land of Lingxu, Liu Muyu believed he held an advantage over others—he had been instructed by Bai Muxu before.

Using that leverage, Liu Muyu was certain Li Tianwei would attend—there was no need for tricks.

After all, any reasonable person would go rather than offend the disciples of the Sacred Land of Lingxu.

But Li Tianwei’s first instinct, after reading it, was to throw it away.

A so-called victory banquet held for him?

He had absolutely no interest.

Socializing was exhausting.

What was there to celebrate in defeating that trash Yuan Xixiao?

Just as he was about to toss it aside, Li Tianwei suddenly recalled the System’s earlier warning—that the demons were already making a move on him.

“Could this be a Hongmen Banquet?”