Chunibyo in Cultivation World

“Th-this is…”

As he looked at the phenomenon appearing in midair, Li Tianwei immediately sensed the presence of Lan Yu.

Having once seen him atop the Heart-Questioning Steps at the Sacred Land of Lingxu, Li Tianwei instantly recognized him as one of its elders.

Then, glancing at Elder Fuzhen, who was now erupting with power, his eyes filled with hatred, and seeing him locked in confrontation with Lan Yu, Li Tianwei quickly pieced things together.

Judging by the situation, it was clear to Li Tianwei that this raging old man was about to attack and kill him, while Lan Yu, as an elder of the Sacred Land of Lingxu, had likely come to protect him.

As for the reason, Li Tianwei didn’t even need to think—most likely, it was because his own talent was too extraordinary, provoking jealousy from some faction that sought this chance to eliminate him.

And as to which faction that was, there was no need to guess—it could only be the Sacred Land of Baiyuan.

That so-called righteous holy land that cared little for actual cultivation but delighted in scheming and internal strife—who else could it be but them?

Li Tianwei believed this wasn’t prejudice.

The duel on the Duel Platform had been their suggestion, and it was they who arranged Liu Muyu as an undercover agent. Now, they were trying to assassinate him—none of it was surprising in the least.

In a glance, Li Tianwei connected every thread together. It was simple logic—everything made perfect sense.

“Hahahaha! Die with me!”

Elder Fuzhen didn’t care about whatever stance Lan Yu or Li Tianwei held at that moment. He simply wanted to use the turbulence of the laws together with the Heaven-Repelling Mirror that sealed off this entire space, dragging both of them down to hell with him.

As he spoke, the ancient tree behind him—its verdant branches—began to wither and yellow, while the vitality of heaven and earth started to drain away.

Lan Yu’s face changed drastically upon witnessing this. His manifestation appeared.

“Junior Nephew Li, I’ll find you an opening in a moment leave immediately!”

As a cultivator of the Spirit Transformation Realm, Lan Yu understood better than anyone the destructive nature of a law disturbance caused by another of the same realm.

Sealing the heavens and locking the earth, ignoring all restraints of heaven and earth—this was a death sentence.

In such a case, Elder Fuzhen had no chance of survival. Lan Yu couldn’t understand why he would make such a desperate move.

With Elder Fuzhen’s aptitude, he clearly had the ability to break through to the Out-of-Body Realm. Though his future path might be blocked, he could still live for thousands of years.

When his soul eventually left his body, he could manifest his spirit essence, rebuild his body, and live another lifetime.

Lan Yu truly couldn’t imagine what could drive Elder Fuzhen to such a self-destructive act that would cause a law disturbance—what reason could he possibly have to self-detonate?

As for Li Tianwei, upon hearing Lan Yu’s words, his gaze locked tightly onto Elder Fuzhen, immediately understanding his intent.

“Even self-detonating just to drag me down with him.”

“These bastards from the Sacred Land of Baiyuan really have no sense of honor.”

Li Tianwei knew that Lan Yu was a Spirit Transformation cultivator, and for Elder Fuzhen to be able to push him to such a degree, he had to be of the same realm.

The Sacred Land of Baiyuan was truly ruthless—to sacrifice a Spirit Transformation expert for this.

“What’s the point of this? Can’t they just talk it out? What could force him to the point of self-destruction?”

Li Tianwei felt deeply puzzled.

If Elder Fuzhen could respond, he would probably say—Isn’t it because of you?!

“Just like those demons always self-detonating at the slightest provocation.”

Li Tianwei sighed, feeling extremely displeased with Elder Fuzhen’s behavior.

Back in the Demonic Sect Territory, a demon had also self-detonated, suppressing him and even trying to invade his body.

And now, after surviving a tribulation, he was facing the threat of a Spirit Transformation cultivator self-detonating right in front of him.

To Li Tianwei, this was simply too much—he felt utterly wronged. Though this was typical “main character treatment,” it still left him with a constant sense of frustration.

He felt stifled—after all, wasn’t he the protagonist? Yet time and again, he was being suppressed.

How could anyone endure that? Li Tianwei thought he couldn’t.

Previously, in the Demonic Sect Territory, Qin Yueying had self-detonated because of a demon, and he had managed to withstand it. Now, facing another self-detonation threat from Elder Fuzhen—it was the third time! Li Tianwei truly felt aggrieved.

“So you can self-detonate? I can too.”

Li Tianwei’s eyes turned sharp, a ruthless gleam flashing within them.

“Come on then—my Golden Core!”

Having thought this far, Li Tianwei didn’t hesitate. He wanted to self-detonate right back, to show this old man that he wasn’t the only one capable of doing so.

When Li Tianwei had created his Fusion Golden Core, granting it the mass and pressure of a star, this possibility had already crossed his mind.

If it could fission and fuse, then what was wrong with making it explode?

Not exploding would be stranger!

Li Tianwei summoned his Golden Core. The core, inscribed with a hundred kinds of Dao Intents, was so massive that it warped and pulled the surrounding heavens and earth the moment it appeared.

Immediately, the entire world seemed to be suppressed beneath its weight.

Li Tianwei indeed intended to self-detonate—but not without style.

He drew upon the fusion energy clusters within the Golden Core.

He still remembered how, back in the Forbidden Land of Taixu, he had once thought about detonating it just to test its power.

Now, he was about to realize that thought in another form.

“If it explodes, it might take some time to recover, but so what?”

Li Tianwei had no fear of losing his cultivation or dying from detonating his Golden Core.

If that were possible, then what was the point of cultivating his Undying Body of the Sacrificial Dao?

Wasn’t this kind of self-detonation technique also a form of explosive secret art?

Thus, in his mind, detonating the Golden Core without dying was completely reasonable. Recovery would just take time.

To him, this was simple logic—nothing wrong with it at all.

Rumble...

Li Tianwei offered up his Golden Core, stirring the fusion reactions within it—a true large-scale detonation.

Lan Yu hadn’t expected that after he told Li Tianwei to retreat, the latter wouldn’t flee but instead brought out his Golden Core, intending to stand and fight alongside him.

Lan Yu was deeply moved—at first.

But as Li Tianwei’s Golden Core floated closer, its hundred Dao Intents shining, Lan Yu suddenly realized something felt wrong.

A hundred Dao Intents were indeed powerful—but upon closer sensing, he found that compared to those Dao Intents, the core itself seemed… off.

“Why do I feel like I’m about to die?”

“This Golden Core—something’s wrong! Don’t come any closer!”

A deep instinctive fear rose within Lan Yu. He could sense the terrifying energy contained inside that core.

It was a kind of explosive force he had never seen before—something that felt as though it could erase everything in an instant.

The sensation was one of pure, overwhelming energy domination.

His instincts as a Spirit Transformation cultivator screamed for him to flee to keep that Golden Core far away.

“Stay back!”

If even Lan Yu felt that way, there was no need to mention Elder Fuzhen.

But with the law turbulence and the Heaven-Repelling Mirror sealing off heaven and earth, there was nowhere left to retreat.

“So you truly are a Great Demon! Even so, you’ll die with me!”

Elder Fuzhen shouted, the vitality of the laws completely draining away.

Heaven and earth decayed—the cycle of life hung inverted.

And Li Tianwei, without hesitation, detonated his Golden Core.

The fusion reaction, the liberation of atoms—an explosion born from a Golden Core comparable to a star’s heart.

The energy released could only be imagined.