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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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1646 Chs

Chapter 1064: Against the River, Opportunity & Mirror

Wei Wuyin was enveloped by a sudden outburst of light, devoured, and sucked away. For a split second, he felt himself delve into the depths of nothingness as if he was welcomed by the divinity of nihility. He lost his sense of self and awareness. 

Slowly, his senses returned. Accompanying them was the smell of raw mud, wet grass, and the scent of birds. This scent was specifically of the Red Dove, a creature that was etched at the forefront of Wei Wuyin's memories. As a child, he would spend time near the demon mountains with the naivety and bravery of a young master, as fearlessly as a newborn lion's cub. 

The guards would make haste to retrieve him. They scoured and yelled their lungs out, while Wei Wuyin loved hiding within the trees, perched on the horizontal branches while petting the nearby baby doves. Those were days of mischief and happiness, totally unforgettable. 

Their smell, especially when wet, was faintly fragrant.