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Paragon of Sin

The Heavenly Dao exists. It decides what is right and what is wrong. To act against it is to sin, to act according to it is to be blessed by its graces. The world of cultivation is difficult, an unchanging principle. Yet there are those who are cherished by the Heavens, cuddled into rising above all and everyone else. How can this be? Why must this be? What is moral and just? What is evil and immoral?! WHY DOES IT GET TO DECIDE?! So we, the Sinners, we act against the Heavenly Daos, grasp our own fates in hopes of truly overturning them. This is a Journey of a young boy born Blessed, but turned Sinner. The greatest sinner of them all. ----- As some of you may know, I'm also the Author of Consuming Earths, Devouring Skies! This is my second project, and one I'm incredibly passionate about! I hope you all enjoy following the adventures of Wei Wuyin! And I hope that I can bring a fresh experience to you all. ---- Follow for Updates: https://twitter.com/KevinAscending Here's Discord if you just want to chat or meet some like-minded individuals! https://discord.gg/kevinascending If you want to support my novel, to increase the ratio of releases, or to receive monthly bonus releases! You can support here: https://www.patreon.com/KevinAscending https://ko-fi.com/kevinascending paypal.me/KevinJpl Or @Kevinjpl Any and all support goes to supporting me and my right to write!

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Chapter 1212: True Earthly Recognition

Ancient Sky Realm, Everlore Domain.

Presently, Evergod's rampant search for the culprit of the greatest, inconceivable heist of the era was underway. In this World Realm owned by San Luoyang, the Grand Secretariat was standing before a crystalline cauldron the size of a baby's fist that sparkled with gorgeous seven-colored light in his personal Alchemic Chambers. There was faint lingering mist scattered across the room, exuding a purity of the utmost variety, infused with the latent principles of successful Alchemy. 

San Luoyang stood with his eyes fixated on the cauldron's alluring form. A rare type of heated passion effused from his eyes as rippling, vigorous spiritual light. There was something primal about his gaze, laden with the truest emotion a man could possess—ambition. 

"Are you sure?" San Luoyang asked, his voice slightly hoarse.