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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 1219: Lord of Stars

Sleep—it was a rare phenomenon for cultivators at higher levels. As their cultivation rose, so did their mental and physical energy reserves. While they may rest, this would typically be in the form of quiet meditation while absorbing ambient energies and essence to recuperate. To sleep, to truly and undoubtedly sleep, a cultivator had to exhaust their physical and mental energies to their limits, needing their body to rely on a primal state of slumber to initiate a process of rapid recovery. 

Wei Wuyin often slept; the concept and importance of true sleep had never lost itself on his soul, and he enjoyed the sensation of dreaming, be it cold sweat-inducing nightmares or blissful dreams; it was the only way for him to meet those who've long since passed in his life. It was a type of joy for him.