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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 821: Stellar Nest, Clash of Abnormal Mortals

Dazed.

Astonished.

Amazed.

This was Wei Wuyin's initial reaction as the fist impacted his chest, sending a rippling, destructive force into his body, distorting his skin and flesh with forceful waves. A single fist had sent him flying backward at mind-boggling speeds, his limbs flailed with instability as his heavy body and the environment brought him down. Skidding without resistance, Wei Wuyin scraped against the glass-like surface, leaping and hopping until a heavy, fleshy thud resounded.

There was no dust lifted, but the air was rapid like a storm. 

Wei Wuyin was laying flat on his stomach, his face on the chilly ground marred by scuff marks from the skidding. While his eyes still remained closed, his thoughts were extremely active, and his facial expression was quite lively, reflecting a state of shock and disbelief. 

When was the last time he suffered a direct strike? 

When was the last time he was floored by an enemy?