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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 1384: CKC, Mortal Gods & Goddesses (3)

"Huu!" A series of cold gasps simultaneously took place, occurring all over the vast lands of the Evercrown Ceremony. 

"My heavens…" Words of extreme disbelief and palpable shock resounded alongside the shifting of gazes, spiritual senses, and focus leading to the gaping, distorted hole of chaos. It had been punctured abruptly, unleashing forceful suction that sent countless into a panic as they hurriedly and frightfully moved away. 

The hole was tens of miles large, fully visible for every location in the vast lands as it seemed to exceed the sky itself, going for a visibly unconfirmed degree of distance. As cultivators flew into the air in a frenzied panic or curious amazement, the cold gasps became unimaginably deep inhales of incredulity.