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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 1499: First Move

The stage was set.

Young Master Shang's posture was relaxed and unrestrained, holding his sword before him with Wei Wuyin's image overplayed with its edge, and while he exuded a downright tyrannically torrential presence of Mystic Aura, the man himself seemed as free as a drunken immortal drifting across the clouds with light steps. 

The Soul Saint King's pupils constricted with a honed intensity laced with a disbelieving light shining through desperately. Others might not notice, but he keenly felt that Young Master Shang's entire body had been overlaid with several formidable spiritual arts. In the eyes of an Earthly Saint's Spiritual Sense, he seemed like a bellowing geyser of Sword Intent.