Chunibyo in Cultivation World

Grabbing those Celestial Souls in one motion, Li Tianwei chanted the Scripture of Supreme Virtue and Radiant Purity, unhesitatingly drawing the souls before him into it.

The three-leaf fan mark between his brows spun rapidly.

That pure, immaculate aura spread outward, emanating waves of untainted, sacred power.

Purple light radiated in Li Tianwei’s eyes.

The originally deranged and uncontrollable Celestial Souls froze at once, their forms locked in place.

Brilliant radiance enveloped them, and for some unknown reason, the Celestial Souls began to drift closer toward Li Tianwei.

“Let me deliver you to salvation!”

He kept murmuring under his breath, the glow at his brow flickering without pause.

If one looked closely, they would find that those Celestial Souls were not moving toward Li Tianwei of their own accord.

Rather, it was that pure, immaculate power—the spotless and sacred aura—that transformed into countless fine threads, entwining them and pulling them inward.

Those Celestial Souls had no strength to resist as they were drawn into Li Tianwei’s body.

“Come! I shall deliver you all.”

A merciful smile hung on Li Tianwei’s face as the Celestial Souls before him gradually merged, step by step, into his body.

Such a scene instinctively evoked a sense of eeriness in anyone who witnessed it.

In Li Tianwei’s eyes, however, he himself was a being of pure virtue.

Naturally, to deliver others, one must do so by means of one’s own self—using his body to guide their salvation, allowing them to enter his own pure and virtuous body, washing them clean of defilement, and thus achieving true deliverance.

Li Tianwei believed his actions were perfectly reasonable.

How could he possibly covet the pure power within those souls?

Hoo…

Soon, the Celestial Souls kept entering Li Tianwei’s body without cease.

In the distance, the Spirit Dragon—whose mind was deeply affected and chaotic from Li Tianwei’s influence—watched that bizarre Foundation Establishment cultivator, who not only suppressed the Celestial Souls but even seemed to be absorbing them.

“Could it be… he’s the reincarnation of those Great Devils?”

Seeing Li Tianwei absorb the Celestial Souls, the Spirit Dragon was reminded of a scene from its ancient era—those few Supreme Great Devils who, even in worlds infected by invading Extraterrestrial Demons, could still absorb the Resentment of Heaven and Earth and Grievance Energy into themselves to cultivate.

Yet even they had never gone as far as this man before its eyes.

These Celestial Souls were remnants of Immortals’ thoughts—Immortals could obliterate them, but would never willingly touch them, lest their own spirituality be lost.

And this person—either he was utterly ignorant, or he truly believed such things meant nothing to him.

“Only tens of thousands of years have passed… has the era changed this much?”

“For one in the Foundation Establishment Realm to possess such terrifying power, what kind of existence must the Extraterrestrial Demons outside be living now?”

“Perhaps… we were wrong all along.”

The Spirit Dragon muttered to itself, its eyes growing unfocused, as if doubting the choices they once made.

While the Spirit Dragon was questioning life itself, Li Tianwei entered a peculiar state.

That familiar, longed-for feeling—it was “Enlightenment.”

Indeed, he had entered enlightenment once more.

As he absorbed those Celestial Souls into himself, delivering them through his own being, that feeling of “Enlightenment” returned again.

In an instant, countless fragments flashed before Li Tianwei’s eyes.

It was as if he had become an Immortal waging war against Demons—Immortals perishing, Demons emerging.

Then he himself fell into the filthy, utmost yin and evil corruption laid by the Demons—sinking deeper, unable even to resist.

At this moment, Li Tianwei personally experienced it, savoring every detail.

He understood—this was what those Celestial Souls had endured.

Scene after scene unfolded endlessly before him, spanning what felt like countless ages.

He lived as if he were an Immortal himself—possessing supreme might, yet indulging in the twisted ecstasy the Demons granted.

For anyone with even the slightest wavering of will, such experiences would lead to inevitable downfall and corruption.

But to Li Tianwei, the power of Immortals and the deceit of Demons were merely his own insights.

To him, these insights were likely the remnants of the Celestial Souls’ last rational thoughts, which he must purify so they could depart in peace.

Under Li Tianwei’s formidable will, all the twisted notions and corrupted residues of demonic transformation entwining the Celestial Souls were absorbed by him.

Along with them came the faint enlightenment of the Immortals of old—memories, understandings—flowing into Li Tianwei’s heart.

Soon, two new Dao Intents arose: Sorrow and Despair.

From the sorrow of those fallen Immortals and the despair of their helpless struggle, Li Tianwei comprehended two new Dao Intents.

His total Dao Intents now reached seven.

Even so, Li Tianwei did not stop—he continued his work of deliverance according to his own will.

No stray thoughts, no interference—nothing manifested within him.

In his mind, these Celestial Souls were purely good; and goodness could never harm him.

Amidst their chaotic fragments, Li Tianwei experienced the scattered, tangled memories of over a dozen Celestial Souls.

Pain, pride, elation—

Each of these Celestial Souls had once belonged to an Immortal.

Which Immortal had not lived for tens of thousands of years? Their recollections alone could elevate one’s understanding of existence.

Of course, such understanding might also blur the line between self and other.

Yet Li Tianwei was utterly unreasonable—everything in his eyes was but fleeting illusion, for he already possessed all the answers.

Could anything affect him, even slightly?

No.

For every phenomenon had two sides—spear and shield, man and the world’s structure.

In Li Tianwei’s eyes, everything had a visible end.

If others could not see it, that was simply because they were not him.

Boom—!

Deafening roars shook the Forbidden Land of Taixu.

Li Tianwei’s aura rose continuously as countless Dao Intents manifested around him.

At this moment, he fulfilled the words he once spoke when first comprehending Dao Intents—

“Before breaking through to the Golden Core Realm, achieve a Hundred Intentions.”

Now, Li Tianwei seized this chance to purify the Celestial Souls, comprehending every last trace of their experience and washing them clean.

The remnants of over a dozen Celestial Souls turned into his fuel of enlightenment.

“The hundred flavors of life, the Dao of all things, the path of duty…”

Countless truths intertwined before Li Tianwei’s eyes.

In just a short while, Dao Rhythms radiated from his entire body.

Dozens of Dao Intents encircled him.

Within this superimposed state, his every gesture carried immense power.

This transformation seemed to begin at the very essence.

Li Tianwei sensed that the oppressive restriction of the Forbidden Land of Taixu could no longer bind him.

After purifying the Celestial Souls’ remnants, Li Tianwei waved his hand lightly.

Over a dozen semi-transparent Celestial Souls were instantly released.

Their forms were pale white, exuding faint, iridescent brilliance, as if about to drift away.

Just as Li Tianwei had said—through his salvation, these Celestial Souls were now spotless.

They were so purely radiant that one could see right through them—no trace of filth remained, nor the eerie, fearful presence from before.

Li Tianwei was quite satisfied.

The Celestial Souls should be as well, and Heaven and Earth must certainly approve.

Otherwise, how could he have achieved enlightenment again?