webnovel

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!

KevinAscending · Eastern
Not enough ratings
1729 Chs

Chapter 924: Sent Away

The discharge of blinding light was overwhelming. The entire starfield was flooded, so much so that the nine Solar Stars felt dim in comparison. Despite this, the thunderous sounds of fighting were ever-present, from the raging howls and screams of those Chaos Mana manifestations to the secondary battlefield's frenzied exchanges.

The three Soul Monarchs were forced to face their respective opponents in this tumultuous environment. 

The one-armed Soul Falling Saint used his remaining arm to halt the incoming gigantic sword with violet-colored gas effusing outwards. He steadied his breathing, furrowed his brows, and strongly thrust out his hand to clash with its edge! The sword was directly stopped after he was pushed a few hundred feet back, and his eyes glinted with a murderous light.