Chunibyo in Cultivation World

Time passed swiftly.

Soon, the day of Li Tianwei’s sermon arrived.

Due to Li Tianwei’s request, this sermon had no restrictions. Whether from the outer or inner sect of the Sacred Land of Lingxu, all disciples were allowed to attend.

The Sacred Land of Lingxu held an enormous number of disciples—nearly ten thousand in the inner sect alone, not to mention the outer sect.

To ensure that everyone could hear Li Tianwei’s sermon, the platform was set at the foot of the Sacred Land’s largest main peak.

Only here could there be enough space for all disciples to listen to the Dao.

Because of this sermon, the entire Sacred Land of Lingxu had stirred—disciples who were out training returned, and those in seclusion emerged.

At this moment, the foot of the main peak was a sea of people. Never before had the disciples of the Sacred Land gathered so completely.

Li Tianwei had invoked the highest authority to fulfill his request.

Only by using this authority could the sect recall all disciples from outside and awaken those in seclusion. Otherwise, under normal procedures, this would have been impossible.

Over half of the Sacred Land’s disciples were now gathered here. Even those present could not have imagined the sect held so many members.

Even disciples who were used to seeing crowds within the Sacred Land now found countless unfamiliar faces among them.

From the ground to mid-air, some sat cross-legged upon flying artifacts, some stood suspended in the air, and others had laid out meditation mats upon the ground.

It made even the elder generation sigh—perhaps even during the campaign against the Demonic Sect centuries ago, the Sacred Land had not gathered this many disciples.

But that was to be expected. Marching against the Demonic Sect meant risking one’s life, whereas listening to another’s sermon promised cultivation improvement—and the speaker was none other than the foremost disciple of the Sacred Land of Lingxu.

Hundreds of thousands of disciples gathered smoothly, without quarrels over space.

This order was maintained by dozens of Nascent Soul Elders.

Both inner and outer sect elders were summoned here under the highest authority.

It showed that this “highest authority” was no mere title.

Among these Nascent Soul Elders stood Xu Yuanwen.

When he heard that Li Tianwei had been granted the highest authority of the Sacred Land, Xu Yuanwen was utterly stunned.

As a Nascent Soul Elder of the Sacred Land, he understood well how much weight that authority carried.

Since the Sacred Land’s founding, fewer than ten had ever held it.

Of those, six had already ascended to immortality.

With that authority, one could command the Sacred Land itself— even Nascent Soul cultivators like him were obliged to obey.

But what truly unsettled Xu Yuanwen was that, in his eyes, Li Tianwei was an undercover agent of the Heaven-Demon Cult!

Yet he had obtained the highest authority—surely this meant the Heaven-Demon Cult’s move this time was immense!

He even suspected the cult intended to seize the entire Sacred Land of Lingxu in one stroke.

“In less than a year—less than a single year—he’s already gained the highest authority… Truly worthy of being the Lord of Hun Yuan.”

“With such a grand operation, my assistance in this matter should surely earn me a high position in the future.”

So Xu Yuanwen thought.

As for Li Tianwei’s so-called sermon, he held no interest in it. In his eyes, what could a False Spiritual Root possibly teach about the Dao? It must surely be another step in the Lord of Hun Yuan’s plan.

“Too formidable,” he sighed inwardly.

But as a capable spy, Xu Yuanwen knew that in such a situation, he must be even more careful not to expose himself.

——

With the aid of dozens of Nascent Soul Elders, the platform was prepared, the disciples were gathered—everything was ready, only waiting for Li Tianwei’s arrival.

The disciples of the Sacred Land of Lingxu waited eagerly, and before long, the appointed time came.

Descending from Heaven’s Gate Peak, Li Tianwei arrived at the foot of the main peak right on schedule.

Seeing the boundless sea of people, countless cultivators gazing expectantly toward him, Li Tianwei felt their anticipation from the depths of his heart.

“It seems the disciples of the Sacred Land truly possess hearts devoted to the Dao. My Great Dao shall surely enlighten them, allowing them to grasp the true essence of righteousness.”

With this thought, he stepped forward and rose into the air, transforming into a streak of light.

Li Tianwei made no grand entrance—he simply floated gracefully before the hundreds of thousands of disciples and landed upon the central platform, hands clasped behind his back, sweeping his gaze across those gathered around it.

The disciples below naturally felt his gaze.

Given the physique of cultivators, few suffered from weak eyesight or poor hearing.

Thus, even from afar, they could clearly see him.

Though his entrance was plain, to the disciples it appeared as the ultimate return to simplicity—his mere presence radiated boundless pressure.

Under the focused gazes of the disciples, Li Tianwei showed no hint of stage fright.

Such a thing was impossible for his character. In fact, he thought he must not only remain composed but also surpass all those present in bearing.

“Fellow disciples, I am the chief disciple of Heaven’s Gate Peak. Today, I establish this platform to preach the Dao.”

Li Tianwei slightly raised his hand, then sat cross-legged in midair, rising slowly above the crowd.

As his voice fell, he ceased suppressing his aura.

His Golden Core cultivation was revealed in full, that vast and oppressive energy crashing down upon the disciples below.

Between his brows, a three-leaf fan appeared, rotating slowly.

A faint circular radiance shone behind his head, and with it the spiritual power of the Scripture of Supreme Benevolence and Refinement.

At this moment, Li Tianwei appeared as a celestial savior descended from the heavens, his aura grand and majestic beyond measure.

And let it not be forgotten what kind of Golden Core he had cultivated.

To maintain a fusion-like environment within his core, Li Tianwei had continuously refined his cultivation through secret arts—condensing countless Golden Cores within himself, then fusing and compressing them into one, forming a Golden Core like a miniature star, complete with an internal fusion cycle.

Li Tianwei had walked a path never before seen.

As the saying went, “The Golden Core defines one’s position”—and Li Tianwei’s position was extraordinary beyond compare!

The moment he revealed it, the suppression that stemmed from that supreme Golden Core poured down.

All Golden Core Realm cultivators beneath him were completely overwhelmed—unworthy even to face him.

That was what it meant—suppression of status.

At this moment, the same thought arose in every mind within the Sacred Land of Lingxu:

Upon witnessing Li Tianwei’s arrival, one thought echoed—

“Golden Core Immortal.”