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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 1233: Familiar Voice; First Visitors

The voice was feminine, laced with a firm tone of authority, carrying a trace of natural warmth, and infused with the sound of music. It was both pleasing to listen to and hard not to. The Soul Monarchs, excluding Yue Lixiang and the Soul Waking Saint, all had drastic changes in their expressions, especially the Soul Saint King. The elected leader of the Ninestar Sainthall had a colorful face full of surprise coating his excitement.

"She's out of seclusion?" The Soul Creating Saint exclaimed, her eyes scanning the world tried to pinpoint the voice, yet much to her disappointment, she couldn't locate it at all despite her efforts.