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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 1662: The Eight Doors (4)

The abrupt transformations of the constellations above were unexpected to both parties. Within an instant, Su Mei and Zuhei had somehow defied common sense, grasping this opportunity meant for eight, and seizing the profound mysteries within their respective doors. The third door, engulfed by a shadowy aura, almost made Wei Wuyin laugh out loud. 

The mental fluctuations of the one named Horus, the Guardian of the Lands of Manu, Protector of the Duat, and self-proclaimed Divinity of the Endless Sky were rampant with disbelief and uncertainty as waves upon waves of soul-crushing pressure descended unintentionally upon the vast sandy desert.