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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 1548: Entry into the Abyss (1)

"Wei Wuyin!"

"Your Majesty!" 

"Head Honcho!" 

Wei Wuyin left the lower deck and was greeted by a cacophony of voices. The last of which belonged to none other than Tuo Bihan. Everyone had long since gotten used to his chronic renaming, and even found it amusing. While some were sweetly said, suffused with warmth and emotions that had long since festered within the heart, reinforced by intimate and unforgettable memories.

Yao Houyi and Shui Fengbao had resumed their duties as pilot and battery, respectively. Young Master Shang leaned against the railing with his legs dangling, feeling as comfortable as ever, with a flagon in one hand and a poem on his lips.