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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 976: SCR Summit, A Happy Heart

It wasn't an exaggeration to say that Wei Wuyin had stolen the spotlight of the summit, and all gazes were firmly following his every action with rapt attention. The elusive, mysterious, and abnormally talented figure that could talk on equal standings with Earthly Saints as a mere mortal was incredible to witness—a scene of legend. 

If someone told them that a cultivator like Wei Wuyin existed, the vast majority would've laughed in their face at the ridiculousness of it all. That there was a mortal cultivator that had an Earthly Saint as an Alchemic Knight? Loyal and obedient? Who rode on an ancient beast long thought extinct, having power and means that rivaled genuine Ascended cultivators? A Mortal Sovereign Alchemist beneath the age of a hundred? Hell, beneath the age of five hundred?!

Impossible! They would say.

Get your head out of the clouds! They would say. 

Delusion idiot! They would say.