Chunibyo in Cultivation World

After thoroughly improving the Scripture of Supreme Virtue and Radiant Purity, Li Tianwei was extremely satisfied.

The balance of evil and good, the endless torment of guilt imposed upon those seeking to cleanse their sins—this, in his eyes, was true benevolence.

Watching the souls of those demonic cultivators struggle and suffer, Li Tianwei waved his hand and collected them into the Saint Soul Banner.

Since those few souls had already been blessed by the supreme benevolent path of the Scripture of Supreme Virtue and Radiant Purity, then naturally, the other demonic cultivators within the banner should not be left out.

One could say—fortune should be shared.

Li Tianwei was a man of swift execution.

Immediately, he cast the Scripture of Supreme Virtue and Radiant Purity to grant the same grace to the demonic cultivators within the Saint Soul Banner.

An opportunity to accumulate such great merit—surely they would be more than willing.

Before long, a three-leaf fan appeared between Li Tianwei’s brows, exuding an aura of purest clarity.

In an instant, the power of the Scripture of Supreme Virtue and Radiant Purity poured into the Saint Soul Banner.

The banner, once filled with resentment and evil energy, as if encountering its natural nemesis, was instantly cleansed.

The impurity was washed away, replaced by pure, immaculate white radiance spreading through the entire banner.

At that moment, every demonic soul within the Saint Soul Banner underwent Li Tianwei’s baptism.

The power of pure righteous law continued to emanate outward, causing those souls to tremble as if struck by something beyond comprehension.

Majestic righteousness surged upon them.

Their past sins were completely swept away.

The demonic cultivators who had been suffering in agony first froze—then expressions of blissful ecstasy emerged upon their faces.

Gazing at the pure and radiant aura, they seemed as though they wished to throw themselves wholly into it.

Beginning from the first demonic soul, the feeling spread contagiously throughout the entire Saint Soul Banner.

But that was only the beginning.

Before long, their joy turned to extreme agony.

“Ah! I was wrong…”

“What is this? I am defiled! I shouldn’t have been like this…”

“Only through death—through torment—can my sins be cleansed…”

The demonic souls screamed as they fell to their knees, mutilating themselves in agony.

Yet in Li Tianwei’s eyes, this was their path to redemption.

Naturally, redemption would not come so easily.

In an instant, Li Tianwei stirred the evil within their hearts once more, casting them into eternal damnation.

They had to endure every torment deserved—their path of redemption had only just begun.

Such a scene almost seemed like a shared ecstasy.

“Good.”

With a wave of his hand, Li Tianwei’s voice echoed.

The entire Saint Soul Banner transformed into a blend of purity and torment—good and evil intertwined, reason and madness wavering together.

The demonic souls could no longer describe this kind of delirium, this feeling of utter loss.

Endless mental torment without destruction; ceaseless suffering upon the soul.

Watching the demonic cultivators’ state, Li Tianwei thought himself far too kind—he willingly cast the Scripture of Supreme Virtue and Radiant Purity upon them, guiding them, allowing them to contribute a measure of merit to the world.

Anyone else, he mused, would likely have just annihilated them outright.

“As expected, I truly am far too kind-hearted.”

“This indeed is a glorious righteous law—finally mastered.”

Li Tianwei nodded in satisfaction, withdrawing his consciousness from the Saint Soul Banner.

Within the banner, all the evil souls and vengeful ghosts remained trapped in that same state.

Because of this transformation, black and purple energy surged throughout the banner, entering an eerie, distorted condition.

At that moment, Li Tianwei’s expression was full of compassion, and the three-leaf fan at his brow slowly retracted.

Now that the Scripture of Supreme Virtue and Radiant Purity had been cultivated to completion, what remained was to wait for Bai Muxu to take him to the Forbidden Land of Taixu, where he would comprehend various Dao Intents, gather a hundred of them, and thereby attain his Golden Core.

So thought Li Tianwei.

——

Ten days later.

Bai Muxu arrived, riding his sword, and landed at Li Tianwei’s cave residence.

Deep in cultivation, Li Tianwei suddenly opened his eyes and immediately stepped outside.

“Greetings, Master.”

Li Tianwei bowed respectfully.

“The Forbidden Land of Taixu is about to open. Come with me.”

Bai Muxu did not waste words.

With a wave of his hand, he brought Li Tianwei onto his flying sword.

In an instant, the blade shot into the sky, a streak of light cleaving through the heavens as the two vanished above the Sacred Land of Lingxu.

“Regarding the Celestial Souls—do not approach them.”

“Perceive them only from afar.”

Even while sword-riding, Bai Muxu repeatedly cautioned him.

Li Tianwei nodded lightly.

Seeing Li Tianwei so composed, Bai Muxu felt reassured.

His disciple seemed unlikely to cause any major trouble.

He would likely proceed steadily in the Forbidden Land of Taixu.

Whether he could comprehend any divine ability would depend on his own fortune—but given he already possessed one, chances were high he might gain more insights.

Bai Muxu flew for what seemed an endless distance—crossing seas and mountains, as all scenery turned to fleeting shadows.

Gradually, the region they reached grew desolate, filled with a heavy sense of decay.

Even the spiritual energy was reduced to almost nothing—casting spells here would be impossible, for there was no energy to draw upon.

Yet such changes did not affect Bai Muxu in the slightest.

A cultivator of the Spirit Transformation Realm existed on a wholly different level.

His divine soul could manifest, his spirit could travel freely—he lived in harmony with laws themselves.

Even if the world’s spiritual energy dissolved, he could still extract power from the laws his realm commanded.

His divine sense spanned the world; a single thought could reach anywhere.

As Bai Muxu delved deeper, the entire world turned bleak and gray—lifeless, filled only with dull, ashen tones.

This place exuded an indescribable, inexplicable atmosphere.

Even Bai Muxu, as powerful as he was, grew solemn.

Yet he did not slow; with his fingers forming a sword seal, he pierced forward.

Soon, amidst the gray sky and earth, a streak of blood-red light appeared on the horizon—as if a sword had cleaved the heavens, leaving the sky itself bleeding.

A blood-colored scar between heaven and earth—that was the entrance to the Forbidden Land of Taixu.

As they approached, the surroundings grew violently unstable, as though everything might explode with the slightest touch.

Their senses became distorted.

A cultivator’s divine awareness and five senses were completely sealed.

To describe it simply—the world appeared the same, yet was filled with the unknown.

Just as Bai Muxu had said earlier, within the Forbidden Land of Taixu, all means of a cultivator were stripped away, their five senses disordered.

Upon stepping inside, only reason and will could guide them.

Coupled with the wandering Celestial Souls within, a single misstep would lead to complete annihilation—body and soul alike.

Here, Bai Muxu, who had never slowed before, was finally forced to reduce his speed.

The entire world had turned blood-black, twisted and warped, brimming with an eerie, suffocating pressure.

After slowing down, Bai Muxu glanced at Li Tianwei.

Seeing his disciple calm and unaffected, he was deeply pleased.

Moreover, upon seeing him today, Bai Muxu noticed that the demonic aura once surrounding Li Tianwei had been completely suppressed—no doubt due to his success in cultivating the Scripture of Supreme Virtue and Radiant Purity.

“As expected, I’m quite suited to be a master,” Bai Muxu thought to himself.