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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 1430: CKC, Evercrown (34); Fragrant & Spirit

Hong Cunhua drew her sword from her floral-embroidered sheath. Like a solar star rising from the horizons of a planet at the break of dawn, bathing the world in the fresh, nascent radiance of the day arose from her eyes, from the sword, and her Astral Soul. It was soulful, graceful, and calming, and emanated a faint aroma of morning's first whiff of flowers. 

It was soul-stirring to all, easily allowing one to be lost in the beauty of its existence. Hidden within this pleasing beauty of the dawn was a sharp, radiant intent, unforgiving and valiant. It encapsulated Hong Chunhua—the First Commander of the Ascendants' Legion. 

The eighteen blooming roses, carrying eighteen incredibly tiny, palm-sized solar Stars, shook as pollen-like motes of light were scattered about, lightly cascading around Hong Chunhua's figure, enhancing her already dominant presence as they danced.