Chunibyo in Cultivation World

Li Tianwei gave a cold snort.

In the state of unity between heaven and man, he activated the Heaven-Ending Yin Fiend.

This supreme art, constructed from the spells Li Tianwei had personally comprehended, was extraordinarily compatible with the Five Dao Intents he had mastered.

Now that he stood within what he believed to be the Land of Near Dao, it felt as if he were fighting upon his own battlefield.

Before long, the black-violet Yin Fiend condensed behind him, layer upon layer of it shrouding the heavens and blotting out the sun.

Shrieks of spiritual energy and chaotic thoughts echoed—soon, the entire sky dimmed completely.

“You are wicked beyond measure, your means despicable beyond belief. I shall represent the righteous path and exterminate you!”

In Li Tianwei’s eyes, Elder Xieku and Yanshan were covered in countless twisted souls gnawing upon their bodies, rendering their visages hideously distorted.

To appear in such a form—need one even guess? They were undoubtedly beings of extreme evil.

Without hesitation, Li Tianwei drove the Heaven-Ending Yin Fiend downward.

His current strength had multiplied countless times—an eerie operation that defied all orthodox cultivation laws.

Elder Xieku and Yanshan, hearing Li Tianwei denounce them as utterly evil and sinister, exchanged glances.

Seeing his present state—demonic flames surging to the heavens, his body brimming with wicked aura—they could not help but darken their faces.

“You’re the one who should die!”

Both roared aloud, forming hand seals as they each unleashed their signature spells.

Boom!

In that instant, the entire Panshan City was completely engulfed by demonic energy and strange phenomena.

The terrifying power of two Nascent Soul Realm cultivators erupted in full.

Yanshan’s body further mutated, surrounded by countless fierce ghosts that attached themselves to him, causing his flesh to transform.

“True Demonic Body!”

Yanshan shouted, while behind him, Elder Xieku’s Evil Soul Banner trembled, shaking heaven and earth.

Yanshan’s monstrous figure grew instantly larger, striking toward Li Tianwei.

Malice surged; the oppressive might of the Demonic Body descended.

Li Tianwei, however, showed not the slightest trace of fear.

Purple light flared in his eyes.

Behind him, the Heaven-Ending Yin Fiend manifested, covering the heavens, fusing heaven and earth in a state of unity.

The two collided in an instant—demonic flames and heart-fire of anger surged skyward.

Violent ripples spread through the air.

The ground quaked several times, as though the faintest portion of that power landing upon Panshan City would utterly annihilate it.

“Too terrifying… Is this the manifestation of a Nascent Soul?”

“That Evil Soul Banner absorbed the souls of thousands of cultivators! Elder Xieku can control so many fierce ghosts at once—unbelievable!”

To the cultivators watching below, Li Tianwei’s fate was already sealed.

Relying on a secret art to raise his cultivation to the late Golden Core Realm and attempting to fight a Nascent Soul Realm opponent—was this not pure comedy?

Those who slew across realms during the Golden Core stage were all peerless prodigies.

As for this so-called Sacred Land of Lingxu and Heaven’s Gate Peak’s chief disciple—they had never even heard of them.

“It’s over, it’s over. What a joke.”

Some had already begun mocking, for Li Tianwei had earlier spoken arrogantly of killing them.

Now, he was surely being crushed to soul and ashes.

But high above, Yanshan and Elder Xieku did not share that sentiment.

At this moment, both were dumbfounded—especially Yanshan, who had activated his True Demonic Body.

He had slain countless cultivators before; how could he not recognize the feeling of striking down an enemy?

Yet when Yanshan’s force impacted Li Tianwei’s body, he felt resistance—an inexplicable suppression pressing back against him.

Before they could react, something appeared before Li Tianwei.

A black Golden Core emanating a strange violet hue and a destructive aura floated before Yanshan, forcibly blocking his mighty blow.

What was most shocking was its bizarre nature: atop it rotated a circular three-leaf fan, distorting the surrounding air as though it were influencing heaven and earth itself.

Seeing this, Yanshan’s expression changed drastically, his scalp tingling.

For some reason, instinctive fear rose within him—he sensed that if this Golden Core exploded, he would undoubtedly perish.

The energy compressed within it was unimaginable.

“What… what is this?”

Yanshan asked in horror.

Li Tianwei smiled slightly.

“What else could it be? Of course it’s my Golden Core.”

“What? You raised your realm through secret arts—how could you have a real Golden Core?”

Yanshan’s disbelief was evident.

They themselves had used explosive secret arts before; such techniques could increase power temporarily, but how could one manifest the features of an actual realm?

Hearing his words, Li Tianwei’s face darkened.

“The cultivation realm attained through secret arts isn’t a realm? Look, didn’t I condense it just fine? If you can’t do it, don’t assume others can’t.”

Li Tianwei retorted immediately.

He despised people like this—the type who, incapable themselves, claimed others couldn’t either.

So petty.

For someone as intelligent and exceptional as him, was it strange to refine a genuine Golden Core Realm through secret art eruption? Not strange at all! It was only natural.

He had worked hard, been confident, persevered—receiving results was only right!

“You wouldn’t understand even if I told you. Die!”

The Heaven-Ending Yin Fiend erupted once more, as the Golden Core before him began to spin.

A wave of annihilation surged forth.

Before Yanshan could even react, endless Yin Fiend energy covered the sky, layered upon layer, packed densely with power imbued with Dao Intent, heavenly resentment, and another indescribable force akin to that within the Golden Core itself.

The overwhelming force descended in an instant.

Behind him, Elder Xieku’s face turned grim.

He realized that the fierce ghosts and various energies driven by his Evil Soul Banner could not approach Li Tianwei in the slightest, as if they were terrified of him.

“What’s happening?”

The sea of fierce ghosts froze mid-charge.

After all, Li Tianwei was now connected with heaven and earth, surrounded by countless lingering souls and evil spirits.

Even the strongest ghosts could not compare with the amassed Resentment of Heaven and Earth.

In their eyes, Li Tianwei himself was the greatest evil spirit.

Purple light surged from his eyes.

The Yin Fiend behind him burst forth, tearing apart heaven and earth.

Streams of radiance rained from the sky.

Boom—boom—boom—

All of it crashed toward Yanshan and Elder Xieku.

“No—!”

Both cried out, but it was already too late.

Li Tianwei followed up with the Prison Heaven Divine Power, instantly sealing heaven and earth.

Under that endless pressure, the Yin Fiend energy—condensed from countless overlapping spells—was compressed into the narrow space where the two stood, its might beyond imagination.

“This is a Divine Power—how could it be?! A Foundation Establishment cultivator has actually grasped a Divine Power!”

Elder Xieku, having lived two thousand years, recognized it immediately.

He saw the supreme might contained within Li Tianwei’s Prison Heaven Divine Power.

Meanwhile, Li Tianwei’s black Golden Core spun rapidly, the power of destruction descending in a manner they could not comprehend.

“What?! A Divine Power?”

Yanshan was startled, his True Demonic Body flaring again, his form enlarging dozens of times.

Yet under the combined might of Heaven-Ending Yin Fiend and Prison Heaven Divine Power, it was already too late to resist.

In an instant, the tide of battle reversed.

“How… how can this be?”

As the storm of Yin Fiend energy struck, directly ignoring his Demonic Body and invading his true spirit, Yanshan froze.

The ominous Golden Core hurled forward; Yanshan couldn’t understand how a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator could wield such bizarre means.

Explosive secret arts, five Dao Intents, Divine Power, a strange Golden Core, and those terrifyingly powerful spells—

Each of them alone exceeded reason; together, they were beyond belief.

“No—!”

Yanshan struggled frantically, summoning his manifestation, his Nascent Soul, even attempting to let his soul escape.

But under the seal of Prison Heaven Divine Power, all was cut off.

A Divine Power was named such because it forced one to face it head-on—its nature was to suppress and seal all escape.

“Die!”

Li Tianwei gave a cold snort, hurling the boundless Yin Fiend and the Golden Core downward.

Boom!

In the eyes of the Panshan City cultivators below, the supposedly invincible Nascent Soul Realm cultivator fell just like that.

“Ahh—Elder Qin! Save me—!”

At the moment of death, Yanshan turned his head and shouted toward Panshan City.

But no answer came.

A final scream, and blood rained down upon the heavens, as though a spirit had returned to the sky.

At that moment, the demonic cultivators of Panshan City panicked completely.

“Not good! The Blood Fiend Sect’s Nascent Soul Elder has fallen! Run!”

With shouts of alarm, cultivators fled madly toward the city outskirts.

But Li Tianwei had long since ordered the Book Spirit to activate the modified formation within the Radiant Wheel, sealing all exits.

At the same time, Li Tianwei’s gaze turned toward the terrified Elder Xieku, who was scrambling in vain to escape.