Chunibyo in Cultivation World

Amidst the unified voices of millions, countless names continuously converged into the Soul Banner. To the naked eye, the banner in Li Tianwei’s hand was undergoing a qualitative transformation.

The formerly black-green hue, once shrouded in evil and resentful aura, now gradually dispersed, and faint golden light began to emerge.

Upon seeing this, Li Tianwei let out a long sigh. However, he believed that even if those names were inscribed, it would take a long time before they could truly merge into the Soul Banner.

”Everyone, live well.”

Li Tianwei said no more. With a single wave of his hand, his figure vanished into midair.

Watching Li Tianwei’s departure, everyone present fell into confusion. They looked at the houses built by the cultivators behind them and the farmlands prepared for them.

At that moment, none of them knew how to describe what they felt.

Once, they had lived like livestock. Even as mortals among mortals, they had regarded each other with hostility—fighting to the death for a mouthful of food, a piece of land, a bit of water.

They truly did not understand how to treat one another, for in their eyes, the officials, landowners, and the wealthy had always treated them the same way.

So they learned from these people how to treat others.

Yet now, being treated with such kindness, they suddenly realized—so this was how one could treat others!

Those cultivators, those landowners, the wealthy—all their methods had been wrong.

They themselves could help one another, could treat each other kindly, rather than struggle over those illusory things.

Soon, everyone began moving toward the houses and lands that Li Tianwei had arranged for them.

As for the cultivators of Jing’an City, they continued their busy work.

They did not understand Li Tianwei’s true purpose, but they understood one thing—these people must not have any problems.

Li Tianwei might one day forget them, but they absolutely could not be in trouble when he remembered them again.

Meanwhile, Li Tianwei remained high above the heavens, watching everything below.

”Next, it’s time to return.”

Li Tianwei clenched his fist slightly, thinking of everything that had happened within the Purple Profound Mansion.

That made him realize—the situation in the Sacred Land of Lingxu was far worse than he had imagined.

Under the Sacred Land of Lingxu’s jurisdiction lay hundreds of nations, and there were tens of thousands of prefectures like this one.

Li Tianwei understood a simple truth: when one found a cockroach at home, it meant that beneath the surface, the entire house was already infested.

”Time is short, and the task is heavy.”

”I must hasten my pace.”

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Sacred Land of Lingxu.

After several of Li Tianwei’s sermons, at least the disciples’ inner anxiety and vain delusions had been completely purged—they now advanced resolutely on their paths of cultivation.

Li Tianchen, after hearing his elder brother’s sermons, successfully refined the divine ability he had obtained within the Heaven-Burning Abyss.

”At last, this divine ability is complete.”

”From now on, I can better assist my elder brother.”

Opening his eyes, Li Tianchen let out a long breath.

Just then, the voice of Elder Ling from the ring once again resounded.

”Little Chen, can you really not feel that something is wrong with you?”

”Haven’t you wondered what you used to think of your elder brother—and now you’re willing to give your life for him?”

Elder Ling once again tried to awaken Li Tianchen.

”Shut up. Would I not know if something was wrong with me?”

”My elder brother is a prodigy who shapes heaven and earth. What he speaks is the Great Dao itself. My Dao heart is now clear and luminous.”

”You say he’s controlling my thoughts, that all my ideas come from him—but I say it’s you who are mistaken. My elder brother told me clearly: ‘The heart is principle.’”

”I am myself. Your old and outdated ways of cultivation must be changed.”

”What ‘striving against heaven,’ what ‘mutual slaughter’—fighting to the death for a single treasure or spiritual item—what kind of immortality is that supposed to be?”

Li Tianchen frowned, his tone unwavering.

”We can discern the truth of the world ourselves. Every Dao shall be derived from discourse and understanding. Even the path of alchemical cultivation must be explored.”

”As for what you call fighting, killing, seizing, and plundering—that’s already obsolete.”

After finishing, Li Tianchen stepped out of his cave residence.

Whether he had been influenced by Li Tianwei—Li Tianchen himself knew clearly. To glimpse truth—how could that be an influence? It was merely the pursuit of truth itself.

Elder Ling watched Li Tianchen’s departing figure and extended his consciousness outward.

He could sense that the entire Sacred Land of Lingxu was changing—as if, just as Li Tianchen had said, it was transforming dramatically.

What puzzled him most was that he too had heard Li Tianwei’s sermons, yet he did not feel what Li Tianchen and the others did.

Moreover, Li Tianchen’s growing strength was not an illusion—nor was the rapid improvement of all disciples across the Sacred Land.

”Could it really be as he said—that Li Tianwei’s teachings are the truth of the Great Dao?”

”Has he truly discerned it?”

Compared to Elder Ling’s anxiety, within the Grand Hall of the Sacred Land of Lingxu stood more than a dozen terrifying figures.

These were the true foundations of the Sacred Land—every one of them a powerhouse at the Union Realm.

For thousands of years, due to the Evil Demons’ seal, they had chosen to seal themselves to avoid its influence.

Now that the seal of the Evil Demons had been broken through the combined efforts of countless Out-of-Body Realm cultivators across the cultivation world, they had regained their freedom.

However, to allow cultivators to focus on cultivation, the existence of this seal was known only to those at or above the Spirit Transformation Realm.

Thus came the chaos in the cultivation world—but now that the seal had vanished, the old order had to be restored. The skies that belonged to the Spirit Transformation Realm must return to the hands of these former powerhouses.

Now, the reason these Union Realm cultivators had gathered was to discuss the incident from a few days ago.

The fall of a Union Realm cultivator—wherever it happened—was no small matter.

What’s more, that cultivator had died at the hands of a mere Golden Core Realm cultivator—and both of them were disciples of the same Sacred Land.

No matter how one looked at it, this matter had to be addressed.

The Sacred Lord of Lingxu revealed through his divine soul what Elder Dongyuan had divined—everything Li Tianwei had uncovered within the Purple Profound Mansion.

The Union Realm Ancestors in the Grand Hall watched the scenes unfold: Li Tianwei suppressing the Ancestor of Heavenly Blood and Yun Danzhi in West-Ling City, then his subsequent slaughter of the Sacred Land’s stationed cultivators throughout the Purple Profound Mansion, and finally even the annihilation of the Sacred Land’s own Ancestor.

In Li Tianwei’s eyes, those people had deserved their deaths—but in the eyes of the Union Realm cultivators of the Sacred Land of Lingxu, Li Tianwei might have gone too far.

After all, their views were different. To them, weren’t those just mortals?

And yet, by the end, it had escalated to the point where even Union Realm Ancestors had to die with them—

Didn’t that make their lives just as cheap as those of mortals?