Chunibyo in Cultivation World

In the territory of the Demonic Sect, within the region of Panshan.

Li Tianwei sat cross-legged in midair, quietly comprehending.

Over the past few days, he had gathered all the ordinary people of Panshan City into the Soul Banner.

When they returned to the Sacred Land of Lingxu, he would find a place for them to rest and recuperate—so they would no longer suffer under the oppression and torment of the demonic cultivators here.

Unfortunately, the heavenly merit he had been anticipating had yet to descend.

While Li Tianwei was cultivating, on the other side, the disciples of the Sacred Land of Lingxu who had been stranded in the Demonic Sect’s territory also heard news of him and rushed over to gather here.

Fortunately, several of these disciples had cultivated in the Sacred Land of Lingxu for over a decade and were familiar with some of its identifying marks.

They left traces along the way, allowing the later arrivals to locate Li Tianwei—who thus chose to wait here.

At this moment, Chang Liqing had also traveled for several days from Blood Slaughter City to reach the vicinity of Panshan City.

Seeing the Sacred Land of Lingxu’s markings along the path, he finally let out a breath of relief.

He immediately hurried toward where Li Tianwei and the other Sacred Land of Lingxu disciples were.

Upon arriving and seeing more than a dozen disciples of the Sacred Land of Lingxu, Chang Liqing quickly restrained the demonic aura from his own cultivation method.

“You all are here too!”

Chang Liqing looked at a few familiar faces in the group and suppressed his inner awkwardness as he spoke.

“Senior Brother Chang, we didn’t expect you to end up here as well.”

The disciples of the Sacred Land of Lingxu greeted him one after another.

Seeing that Chang Liqing had also survived within the territory of the Demonic Sect was rather surprising.

The situation within this land was well understood—those who could survive here without being hunted down by demonic cultivators clearly had one thing in common: they, too, cultivated a bit of demonic art to conceal their presence.

Chang Liqing’s reputation had always been excellent in both the Outer and Inner Sects, so finding him in the same predicament as the rest was unexpected.

That was why, when these Sacred Land disciples met each other, they were all a bit embarrassed and reluctant to talk.

“Senior Brother Chang, you too?”

A disciple who was familiar with him quietly asked in a low voice.

“Yes,” Chang Liqing coughed lightly before replying.

“Back when I went on a sect mission, I encountered a group of demonic cultivators. Seeing their cruel methods, I slaughtered them all. Unexpectedly, they carried with them such vile cultivation techniques. In order to know the enemy and defeat the enemy, I decided to temper myself by studying them.”

Naturally, Chang Liqing would never admit that he had cultivated demonic arts simply to increase his own strength.

Though the risk of developing heart demons was higher, as long as he did not harm others, practicing demonic arts wasn’t impossible—it was just slower, more dangerous, and difficult to break through.

Still, one could make do.

“I didn’t expect Senior Brother Chang to be so upright and pure of heart. Truly admirable.”

“Yes, yes! Senior Brother Chang is indeed noble and righteous—we are truly ashamed in comparison.”

The others continued to flatter him.

To Chang Liqing’s ears, however, these compliments felt unbearable.

He even suspected they were mocking him.

But thinking about it carefully—weren’t they all the same?

In the Demonic Sect’s territory, anyone who hadn’t been discovered either cultivated demonic arts, possessed overwhelming power, or had peerless escape techniques.

As for the latter, Chang Liqing found it unlikely.

They were all from the same Sacred Land of Lingxu—about equal in ability.

He knew very well how capable his fellow brothers were.

Of course, there was one particular monster to exclude.

Thinking of this, Chang Liqing looked into the distance.

There, demonic flames soared into the sky, accompanied by the occasional wailing of spirits.

It was obvious that someone was refining evil souls and vengeful ghosts.

Chang Liqing truly wanted to approach Li Tianwei and advise, “Senior Brother, you should be a little more subtle. We are righteous cultivators—these demonic arts should be restrained a bit.”

But he didn’t dare.

In the distance, Li Tianwei held the Evil Soul Banner—or rather, now called the Saint Soul Banner—refining the souls of demonic cultivators within, while also preparing food for the ordinary people stored inside.

Although the banner could contain living people, it still required delicate handling.

Soon, after refining the demonic souls once more, faintly ominous energy appeared on the banner in Li Tianwei’s hand—similar to that of his Golden Core.

Moreover, a subtle black-green, eerie radiance glimmered from within.

Looking at the faint glow of the Saint Soul Banner, Li Tianwei felt that this must be the manifestation of merit.

He was rather satisfied, especially since the demonic souls inside were obedient and capable of moving on their own—unlike the Radiant Wheel.

“It seems demonic cultivation does have its merits after all,” Li Tianwei sighed softly, then turned toward the Sacred Land of Lingxu disciples behind him.

He counted their numbers—everyone was here.

“Everyone’s here. We can go now—return to the Sacred Land of Lingxu.”

Li Tianwei’s calm voice spread through the air.

The previously nervous Sacred Land disciples nodded repeatedly.

Whether everyone had truly gathered, they weren’t sure—but following Li Tianwei meant safety.

Remaining in the Demonic Sect’s territory was certain death.

As for Li Tianwei, he could tell at a glance that these were all the remaining disciples who had fallen into this region.

Those who could be saved were saved.

It was time to return to the Sacred Land of Lingxu and focus on breaking through to the Golden Core Realm.

He also needed to resolve the matter of the Hundred Intentions.

It was all the fault of the Demonic Orders—his Foundation Establishment Realm had advanced too quickly, leaving him no time for enlightenment.

Otherwise, he would already have dozens of Dao Intents by now.

How hateful.

Li Tianwei stored away the Soul Banner and summoned the Radiant Wheel.

The Radiant Wheel quickly expanded, hovering above everyone.

As Li Tianwei landed upon it and placed the Saint Soul Banner at its front, the Resentment of Heaven and Earth surged upward under his control.

The Sacred Land disciples swallowed nervously.

They wanted to praise him—perhaps say, “Senior Brother Li, your demonic arts have advanced greatly”—but something about that didn’t sound right, so they remained silent and simply followed him onto the Radiant Wheel.

Li Tianwei formed a hand seal, and the Radiant Wheel transformed into a streak of light that pierced the heavens.

——

Within the Sacred Land of Lingxu.

Because of Liu Muyu’s previous incident, waves of unrest had arisen throughout the entire Sacred Land.

At Bai Muxu’s strong insistence, a large-scale purge was conducted.

Surprisingly, quite a few spies from other Sacred Lands and infiltrators from the Demonic Sect were uncovered.

If not for the certainty that Li Tianwei was unharmed, Bai Muxu might have already gone to confront them.

The higher-ups of the Sacred Land were not particularly shocked by these discoveries.

After all, they too had placed spies and informants in other Sacred Lands—and even within the Demonic Sects.

Still, since they had found them, it would be a waste not to make good use of the matter.

However, the leaders of the Sacred Land also understood that spies and infiltrators were mere trifles.

The true threat lay with the Extraterrestrial Demons.

To have acted right under the eyes of the Sacred Land’s many powerful cultivators—this meant that at least one high-ranking member had already fallen.

The Extraterrestrial Demons were omnipresent.

Even the slightest instability of the heart could invite their invasion.

In the past, when these entities appeared, all cultivators had mistaken them for simple heart demons.

But above the Spirit Transformation Realm, such occurrences had completely mutated.

The demons that manifested in this world were weak shadows of the true threat—the stronger ones constantly gazed upon cultivators above the Spirit Transformation Realm.

Once ensnared, a cultivator had only two choices: self-seal or fall.

Of course, only the highest-ranking elders of each Sacred Land truly understood this.

This was why cultivators at the Spirit Transformation Realm could still appear freely—while those at even higher realms had become exceedingly rare.

They were all avoiding the gaze of the Extraterrestrial Demons.