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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 1537: Treasure

A single attack infused with the murderous intention to sunder the heavens, slice through time, pierce through space, and annihilate all life. The saber light was boundlessly shocking. 

The range of this attack was precise and condensed, directed solely upon the one-armed elderly man's thin, withering figure. The flood of turbulent saber light and the deep howl of a saber caused the one-armed elderly man's robes to flutter as if besieged by a great storm. 

The facial expressions and body language of Cao Cuifen and Young Master Shang dramatically shifted with awe, surprise, and fear as they instinctively guarded themselves. Their respective mystic wards were still in the process of enveloping their forms as the saber light met flesh.