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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 1455: Worlds Collide From Beyond

The vast Dark Void had always been rumored to be potentially infinite, often said to be truly endless, but whether this was true or not, only the heavens knew. Within this vast area of untold distance and depths were areas cultivated by living or dead souls as habitable homes. The Azure-Prime Galactic Region was but one of those areas. 

A pristinely white vessel that heavily resembled a schooner of the Mortal Dao. It had four white masts, emblazoned by a central circle of compact, esoteric runes that glistened with a soulful light, with the largest mast fluctuating with the profoundly abstruse power of void, and the smaller masts gently pulsed with a mystical, ethereal force, generating ephemeral wind that assisted the sails.