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 823: Stellar Nest, Sword & Shield

A grand, imposing scene dominated the Stellar Nest. The unique realm itself had no feasible limits of its external space, seemingly extending limitlessly beyond the horizon; no clouds, sun, moon, or stars generated a sense of infinity. A boundless environment. 

Yet the countless number of Stellar Rain lifeforms that formed several mile-high mountain-like backdrops served as a heavy contrast to the nine white dragons and their domineering existence. Their long, white-scaled bodies danced around Wei Wuyin, yet they remained grounded. 

At times, their breaths were of searing heat and surging fire. At times, their breaths were of an insidious chill and glacial mist. At times, their breaths were thunderous booms and crackling lightning. They embodied the nine elements, painted white by the essence of elemental origin.