Chunibyo in Cultivation World

That’s right, it was a Golden Core Immortal.

At this moment, the aura radiating from Li Tianwei gave the disciples of the Sacred Land of Lingxu the same feeling as that of a Golden Core Realm cultivator—but it was as if Li Tianwei had reached the realm of an Immortal within the Golden Core level itself, an unprecedented sense of oppression.

“Are we really in the same realm as him? Is he still a Golden Core cultivator?”

Some disciples could only think this way—the pressure Li Tianwei exuded was far too overwhelming.

And yet, Li Tianwei had only revealed his aura.

On the other side, even the Nascent Soul Elders shared the same feeling. When facing Li Tianwei, it didn’t feel like they were facing someone from the Golden Core Realm. It was a power from a deeper, previously unseen level.

No matter the grade or position of one’s Golden Core, in comparison, all of them seemed completely dimmed and dull.

At the main peak, even the Spirit Transformation Peak Ancestors and Patriarchs were baffled by Li Tianwei’s power. They could not comprehend how he could have refined such a Golden Core.

Perhaps Li Tianwei would speak of it in his Dao sermon.

The answer might lie within that.

This display of his Golden Core’s aura was merely the introduction.

And it was precisely this simple display that made the disciples who had come to hear Li Tianwei’s sermon even more expectant.

As for Li Tianwei, he had long prepared the material for this sermon back at Heaven’s Gate Peak.

Naturally, he didn’t waste words—he began directly. After all, whether one called it a “speech” or a “sermon,” both involved speaking; the difference was hardly significant.

After a brief thought, Li Tianwei opened his mouth slightly, spiritual energy flowing forth.

“Fellow brothers, the Dao I shall speak of today shall take practice as its blade—to cut through the chains of perception and break the mysteries of heaven and earth.”

“This Dao shall point directly to the ultimate truths of the heavens and the principles of the laws.”

As Li Tianwei’s spiritual power surged, his voice spread across the entire mountain below the main peak.

The disciples present all held their breath. Within those simple words, they heard things they had never encountered before.

Seeing this, Li Tianwei did not stop—he continued.

“I shall begin from the Dao of analysis, with contradiction as the origin, to see that all things in this world are matter.”

His voice echoed continuously. Every disciple pricked up their ears, listening intently to these unheard teachings.

To them, what Li Tianwei was speaking must be his Dao. His Dao had allowed him to form his Foundation in a hundred days and to create a Golden Core never before seen.

Just thinking of this, they believed that to hear such a Dao—only someone as selfless as Li Tianwei would share it so openly.

As for whether what he said was correct—that was another matter.

If it were wrong, how could Li Tianwei possess such power and realm?

Thus, they concluded: If Li Tianwei’s Dao seems wrong, then the problem lies with themselves. The Dao to reach the heavens was before them—why would they not learn, why could they not comprehend?

Even the Nascent Soul Elders, and those Peak Masters and Patriarchs on the main peak, found themselves confused by his words.

They knew very well that what Li Tianwei spoke of was truly unprecedented.

It even completely diverged from the traditional path of cultivation—yet it contained logic in existence itself.

Laws, contradictions, the transformation of all things...

Various principles flowed endlessly from Li Tianwei’s mouth, and the disciples below the main peak gradually sank into confusion.

Some panicked, glancing about in bewilderment.

Yet when they saw others lowering their heads in contemplation, seemingly enlightened, they hastily followed suit—pretending to ponder deeply.

After all, this was a sermon. Even if one didn’t understand, one had to pretend to understand. Otherwise, it would be embarrassing.

Facing such unfamiliar knowledge, Li Tianwei tried his best to express it using the linguistic style of this world.

Looking down at the disciples below, their serious, thoughtful expressions made it seem as though many had already achieved understanding.

Li Tianwei nodded in satisfaction.

“I suppose my explanation was clear and easy to understand. When I learned this, it took me two or three days.”

“After my own refinement, it’s only natural they grasp it faster.”

He continued to preach.

Meanwhile, on the main peak, Zhang Linyuan was tense. To him, Li Tianwei was definitely not here to give a sermon—he was here to purge the Evil Demons.

“Damn it, why hasn’t he acted yet? He must have something planned.”

“There’s no way he’s actually giving a sermon! And what on earth is he talking about? Everything in the world is material, yet he also says that the heart is principle—aren’t those two ideas contradictory? How chaotic!”

“No... wait—why do I feel contradiction myself?”

“This... isn’t this Li Tianwei’s teaching?”

At that moment, countless thoughts surged in Zhang Linyuan’s mind. As Li Tianwei’s words spread, he seemed to realize something.

“Contradiction?”

“Concrete analysis... How are these appearing in my mind? I’ve absorbed them!”

“I actually understand this—this isn’t right!”

As Zhang Linyuan wrestled with confusion and anxiety, sensing unfamiliar ideas sprouting within his own consciousness, the other Peak Masters and Patriarchs in the Grand Hall felt the same.

However, to them, this was how Dao sermons usually worked—they had occasionally experienced moments of realization during others’ sermons.

As those Elders and Patriarchs felt it, so too did the disciples below begin to experience it.

Those who hadn’t understood at first began sensing new thoughts arising in their consciousness—that so-called Dao.

“So this is what Senior Brother Li meant? It truly is simple and easy to understand!”

“Yes! I finally understand what the Blade of Practice means. My spells failed before because I only fantasized, without taking action or thoroughly understanding. Perhaps I should personally experiment—with fire!”

“Where am I? Why am I here? What is my purpose in being here?”

In the depths of their consciousness, countless disciples found unprecedented logical thoughts emerging.

Some even extended Li Tianwei’s words toward the essence of spiritual energy itself—why must spiritual energy have attributes? Was it material, or was it an intangible existence?

They picked up the threads of thought they had once abandoned.

They began to reanalyze, to re-experience.

As for Li Tianwei, he didn’t stop—he continued to expound on the Dao that directly pointed to the source of all things.

He even spoke of his experiences amid the resentment of heaven and earth—of the chaos, trampling, and annihilation he had suffered at the hands of the Demonic Cultivators.

And of questions no one in the cultivation world had ever pondered.

“Spiritual Roots—yes, Spiritual Roots.”

“Why do Spiritual Roots determine the difference in talent?”

“Are they truly necessary for cultivation? Or are they the shackles that bind all living beings?”

Li Tianwei’s voice carried these questions into everyone’s ears.

This caused many disciples with inferior Spiritual Roots to fall into deep contemplation.

It was common knowledge that one could not cultivate without a Spiritual Root—but had anyone truly investigated why? Why were False Spiritual Roots weaker?

After all, cultivation was simply following the manuals—spiritual energy was still spiritual energy.

And so, under Li Tianwei’s sermon, countless questions began to take root in people’s hearts.