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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 677: Delivered to an Ascended Beauty

"Move it!" An aggressive voice filled with rancor spat out, grunting out a forceful shove. Its target: Wei Wuyin. His hands and feet were bound with black rings that glowed with a restrictive spiritual power, runic markings sparkled from time to time. If a normal Gravity Emission Phase expert were placed in these restrictive bindings, they would find their Spirit of Cultivation suppressed to its limits, while their innate energies were in chaos. 

The chaos would cause the body to experience jolting pain sporadically. Wei Wuyin felt the large hand press against his shoulders as he was ushered forward by three figures, two of which were unified guards in gray half-masks that covered the upper portion of their faces. The masks had a strange symbol at their glabella, an emblem designating their organization.