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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!

KevinAscending · Eastern
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Chapter 820: Stellar Nest, Asking Three Times

WOOSH! WOOSH! WOOSH!

A torrent of spiritual aura clashed against the world like cascading, crushing waves upon an earthen shore. A storm of spiritual aura was produced, and the Stellar Rain knew of its ferocity. They, like before, retreated in the face of such overbearing power. The onslaught they felt ceased their cries for reinforcements and all their acts of aggression. 

They grew docile and silent. The horizon was filled with them, tens of trillions was a soft estimate, and their numbers felt infinite. This was truly their nest! They had such high numbers that gods, ghosts, and devils might feel their scalp tingle in fear at the sight.

Yet two beings with distinctively clear mortal auras stood at the eye of their gathered storm, unphased and interacting as if they were as insignificant as pebbles by the side of the road. Two dressed in black, one open, one hidden, yet they both stood upright, stable, and firm.