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 1197: Emotions of Ice & Fire

The Vermilion Graveyard was a unique Chaos Realm—a realm of harmony, flames, and life. Unlike its name, there was a vibrant flow of life coursing throughout the realm. The geographical layout was that of a continent, flat and earthen. The earthy soil glowed a searing gold, resembling molten metal. It was a strange, extraordinary sight. There was no Solar Star in the sky; the radiance originated from the ground and painted the realm. 

Spread throughout the realm were glowing mountains, emanating a vermilion light. These weren't mountains but burial mounds, each holding the corpse of a now-extinct beast. At the base of these mounds were ten-meter-sized doors made of Terra-Mystic Steel. The sheer value of these doors was monumental, capable of stunning the entire world, yet they stayed firmly at the base of each mound, acting as gateways to the burial grounds of Vermilion Birds.