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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 1392: CKC, The Hunt (2)

"WATCH OUT!"

WHOOSH!!! 

Lin Kang's response was incomparably swift, conjuring a ward that resembled an overwhelming, destructive tempest of wind power, serving not simply to protect himself from any immediate harm but forcefully attempting to repel all threats with the tyrannical currents of wind! The bloody light in the air was violently stirred, dispersing further, and the Earthly Saint of the Exalted Republic's Lin Clan felt the feedback of something on his Mystic Ward. 

That feedback touched upon the deepest part of his natural soul as his survival instincts kicked into overdrive, fueled by an unprecedented sensation of deadly crisis. Within the depths of his eyes, fear violently erupted. Alongside this fear was the urge to act, to resist—to survive.