Chunibyo in Cultivation World

“Why? We already surrendered.”

“You still want us dead? How can you be like this.”

“Even if we cultivate demonic arts, the aura on your body isn’t any cleaner than ours. Who knows how many killings you’ve committed.”

The remaining Union Realm cultivators of the Sacred Land of Yincang cursed angrily as they looked at Li Tianwei.

When Li Tianwei heard this, his brows furrowed slightly.

“Shut up. What do you mean by evil aura? What I possess is purple qi arriving from the east. It is bestowed by heavenly merit. How could demonic cultivators like you possibly recognize it.”

“And do you think struggle is like inviting people to a banquet? Just surrendering and everything’s settled, as if it were some unspoken rule?”

“It’s like me barging into your house, killing someone, then tossing you a bit of compensation and calling it even. Where in the world is there such a cheap deal.”

After Li Tianwei finished speaking, his anger erupted.

As his strength reached the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm, his Manifestation grew increasingly real. Whether Union Realm or Tribulation Transcendence Realm, Li Tianwei no longer placed them in his eyes.

A Nascent Soul fighting a Tribulation Transcendence cultivator—such a vast gap, yet who could have imagined that the Tribulation Transcendence Realm would only end up being crushed.

As for Tian Gang Superior, watching Li Tianwei make his move, he too felt that terrifyingly abnormal power.

“The immortal path he cultivates is already different from ours. Is this the Golden Core Great Dao of ancient times?”

As a Tribulation Transcendence cultivator, Tian Gang Superior had lived for several thousand years. He had roamed many places and visited other Spirit Domains, so his breadth of knowledge was not lacking.

In some Immortal Ruins and ancient relic sites, Tian Gang Superior had also seen certain legends about ancient Qi Refinement cultivators.

Back when Heaven and Earth were first opened, the myriad races vied for supremacy, and the Great Dao of the human race was forged by those Qi Refinement cultivators.

It was said that the Dao they cultivated—Golden Cores manifested outward like stars, neither fully immortal nor mortal, yet possessing supreme might.

However, that era was far too distant, and spiritual energy continuously changed. Gradually, that cultivation method disappeared.

Seeing Li Tianwei possess such great might today, Tian Gang Superior inevitably thought of this.

Yet in Tian Gang Superior’s view, perhaps it was not that so-called Golden Core Great Dao, but rather that Li Tianwei had directly carved out a new path for himself from within the existing cultivation system.

His Nascent Soul was no longer a Nascent Soul—one thousand five hundred Dao Intents, along with that utterly bizarre Manifestation.

All these signs gave Tian Gang Superior his answer.

And just as Tian Gang Superior was thinking this, Li Tianwei had already finished dealing with the remaining cultivators of the Sacred Land of Yincang.

Unexpectedly, nearly a thousand people had survived in the Sacred Land of Yincang. Among the Three Sacred Lands, it could be said to be the one with the most survivors and the heaviest sins.

However, the majority were Qi Refinement Realm cultivators, with only a handful of Golden Cores and a single Nascent Soul.

With a single glance, Li Tianwei basically understood why this was the case.

Because the Sacred Land of Yincang possessed the traits of a demonic sect, it accepted cultivators indiscriminately—if one could develop, then develop; if not, it did not matter.

Thus, cultivators of the Sacred Land of Yincang were constantly locked in conflict and slaughter, almost never given time to form factions.

After all, in their eyes, forming factions was far inferior to improving one’s own cultivation.

The other two Sacred Lands, as righteous sects, had their own characteristics. They valued background and lineage. For example, the Sacred Land of Lingxu was organized by peaks and by one’s master, forming a structured hierarchy.

Because of this, to integrate into them, one inevitably had to stain one’s hands with some sins to fit in better.

In the Sacred Land of Yincang, disciples fought one another. Precisely because of this, the entire Sacred Land of Yincang was embroiled in constant struggle. Some disciples could only shrink back, or even directly enter closed-door cultivation, refusing to emerge even unto death.

Many disciples, for this reason, had not been tainted by too much sin.

However, there was one drawback—cultivation speed was extremely slow. In the eyes of other fellow disciples, they were simply fresh resources.

Seeing this, Li Tianwei also expounded the Dao for them, cleansing the hostility on their bodies.

After listening to the Great Dao that Li Tianwei expounded, these disciples gradually emerged from their former despair and fear, gazing at Li Tianwei with fanatic expressions.

They had lived cautiously, barely surviving in the Sacred Land of Yincang for so long, never imagining that someone like Li Tianwei—who bore no grudges—would actually expound such a Great Dao to them, making their Dao Hearts become clear and bright.

On the other side, the other disciples and elders of the Sacred Land of Lingxu handled matters in the same manner as they had previously dealt with the Sacred Land of Qinglan and the Sacred Land of Baiyuan, following the same procedure.

Everything began to grow busy.

Li Tianwei also finished expounding the Dao to the surviving disciples of the Sacred Land of Yincang.

It was at this moment that Tian Gang Superior hurried over in great haste.

“First Seat Li, I found this in the treasury of the Sacred Land of Yincang.”

Li Tianwei, who had just finished expounding the Dao, saw Tian Gang Superior holding a book with an unusually solemn expression.

“??”

Seeing Tian Gang Superior rush over so urgently, Li Tianwei was also somewhat puzzled, unable to understand what could cause a Tribulation Transcendence cultivator like Tian Gang Superior to lose composure.

But when Tian Gang Superior handed over the item in his hands, Li Tianwei’s attention focused on that book.

“Spirit Net?”

“This is?”

Li Tianwei looked at the text on the cover and froze. He immediately took the book, flipping through several pages and scanning the contents.

“Damn it, I’ve been beaten to it again. Someone actually made what I had envisioned.”

After reading the contents, Li Tianwei could not help but sigh and complain.

Within Li Tianwei’s consciousness, the System—rarely seeing Li Tianwei in such a flustered state—also extended its awareness to examine the book in his hands.

【Eh? How can something like this exist—Spirit Net construction.】

【Isn’t this exactly the cultivation method without Spiritual Roots that the host has always been thinking about?】

After reading it, the System also understood the contents of the book.

This was a method that completely overturned the existing cultivation system—constructing a Spirit Net, connecting to the spiritual energy of Heaven and Earth, thereby allowing the cultivation path to no longer be constrained by the distinction of Spiritual Roots.

Even mortals could project their consciousness into the Spirit Net and come into contact with the illusory and intangible spiritual energy.

It was a supreme method capable of leading all living beings toward transcendence, though unfortunately it was not fully perfected.

The System had known Li Tianwei for so long that it naturally understood what he was complaining about.

It was roughly like how Newton was born before him and discovered gravity—and in the cultivation world’s version, some genius had also been born earlier and discovered the Spirit Net.

【Shameless.】

The System could not help but complain inwardly, but thinking carefully, it actually made sense.

After all, Li Tianwei truly had conceived the idea of a Spirit Net. He simply did not expect that someone in the cultivation world had already created it first, even if it had not been fully disseminated.

At this moment, Li Tianwei had already waved the Saint Soul Banner in his hand.

The Sacred Lord of Yincang, who had previously been taken into the soul banner by Li Tianwei and subjected to a round of torment, was thrown out.

“Ahhh, no—! Huh… I’m out? That’s not right.”

The Sacred Lord of Yincang, who had just emerged, had not yet recovered from the pain and despair of the Eighteenth Level of Hell. The moment he opened his eyes, he saw the terrifying Li Tianwei.