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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 1182: Shadow Eye; Everlasting Cauldron

Rewind—

A total of fifty-seven seconds before Bing Tian's arrival. The planet Ice Jade was as peaceful as any day, slightly more so than most, and within one of its highest populated and prosperous cities with a Bing Clan's official embassy, two figures were sitting in the comfort of gentle lighting and the sweet aroma of exquisitely-made tea. 

Wei Wuyin sat beside the window, peering outside as he sipped his sweet tea. 

"Mommy! Mommy! Can I have this? I want this!" A young boy, about six or seven, tugged at his mother's sleeve as he urged impatiently. The mother had a weary, tired expression, her cultivation decent, but her wallet wasn't the same. She glanced at the vendor and then at the offered merchandise, a stall of exceptionally rare fruits capable of nurturing the cultivation bases and bodies. The boy pointed at the most expensive apple-like fruit that was lit with faint flames.