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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 923: Two Strikes

The descent of darkness, advent of light, and raging roars of war, chaos, and slaughter. It was as if the darkest hell had arrived, plunging the entire starfield into a never-ending, all-encompassing night! 

Horrifying.

The hearts of all viewers thumped in panic, and some outright screamed hysterically enveloped in their fear of this unknown. Light was a constant to the lives of many in a Starfield of nine Solar Stars, and only artificial light and calculated rotations brought about a night, but even this 'night' was brighter than night. As such, when the darkness engulfed their visual senses, it was an understatement to say panic was their response. 

It was madness. Unpredictable madness. 

The Soul Saint King's words had been stuck in his throat when darkness fell. An unimaginable degree of shock pounded his heart and mind with relentless force. He was unable to control his natural response, gawking in awe and disbelief!