Paragon of Sin - Chapter 1668: : The Eight Doors (3)

“…”

A simple introduction!

The owner of the ancient and majestic voice that shook the chaotic sky like thunder was rendered briefly silent as the air stilled and the sand quietened. It was as if it was seriously considering the importance of each syllable spoken, trying to recall any significance while scouring its vast memories, creating a feeling of intense mental exertion.

It culminated into a single-word response, spoken with bland confusion:

“Who?”

Wei Wuyin’s calm smile slowly shifted into an amused grin. The voice was laced with intentional disrespect as if it was putting on some great display of recollection, trying to emphasize that Wei Wuyin’s name and his insignificant existence were beneath it to remember or know of.

“Did your parents not teach you any form of proper etiquette? When you ask someone for their identity, you should reply with your own whether you know them or not.”

Entirely unbothered by the blatant disrespect, Wei Wuyin casually kept his gaze upon a single point within the chaotic sky.

“That’s fine, though. I’ll help you learn. Let’s give it a try, yes?”

“…”

Wei Wuyin took a single step forward, the coat of mana on his foot shifted the fine sand subtly beneath it as his silver eyes moved.

“Wei Wuyin of Red Dove City. Now your turn,” he instructed with the voice of a patient, forgiving teacher, yet his eyes kept moving across the chaotic sky as if following a swiftly moving object.

“Who are you?”

The voice spoke with tremendous strength as the vast sand desert began to tremble violently, specks of fine sand swirled about in place as if on the verge of forming tiny sandy twisters. The eight doors above the chaotic sky that resembled distant stars forming eight constellations gleamed with scintillating light, painting the vast sandy desert in a fascinating hue of gold and silver radiance.

“Come on now. It might be a little difficult, but I believe in you,” Wei Wuyin softened his voice and encouraged as if speaking to a child in the process of learning an important life lesson, exhibiting great patience.

“You can do this. Here: I am Wei Wuyin of Red Dove City.”

Taking another step forward, his silver eyes still moving about with eerie precision, mystical clear light sprung into existence around him, bestowing him an aura of a paragon of the stars imbued with the faint air of Mortality, Mysticism, and the Eternal. The entire vast sandy desert began to quiver.

“…You are not a Supreme Sage,” the voice noted with a fierce underlying tone. There seemed to be an uncertainty in its voice, yet also a wisp of bafflement that originated from its very soul.

“No, I’m not. Is that a problem?”

Wei Wuyin said as he halted his steps, curiosity within his gaze. He expected a grand, epic clash, yet this being that roamed within the skies of chaotic time, distorted life, and the presence of death, containing wisps of familiar qualities as Hell itself, similarly structured like the Soul Cycle Array.

However, unlike the Soul Cycle Array that Enlightened Sage Springfield had established alongside his allies, this array didn’t seem to violate any laws of the Heavenly Daos and accrued sin. It piqued Wei Wuyin’s curiosity. With his Celestial Eyes, he observed the finer traces of soul-like reincarnation occurring here, as if acting as a proxy for Hell’s cleansing and bestowing of a soul.

While there were signs of flaws here and there, especially as someone who had observed the Yellow River and entered Hell several times before, there was enough for admiration to be born in his heart. This was certainly the work of a supreme existence.

RUMBLE!

From the depths of the sand near Wei Wuyin, a solid object protruded from the vast sandy landscape as if it was emerging from unstoppable momentum. It was a door. It was simple, resembling the door of a typical household of a commoner.

“Leave this place!”

The voice instructed flatly with no room for argument.

“Oh?”

Wei Wuyin pulled his gaze away from the sky, inspecting the unopened door that seemed to lead to nowhere. There was a strong presence of spatial energies emanating from it, and with his Celestial Eyes and Minor Law of Space, he realized it was an exit that could bring him out of the Land of Manu’s World Core. This disrespectful voice was giving him a way out?

“Do you think I’m lost?”

Wei Wuyin couldn’t help but chuckle lightly.

“I’m exactly where I want to be. So why would I leave so easily? But just from this, you’ve given me an idea of who you are. It seems you have your own struggles to wrestle with.”

Observing the door for a few more moments, he turned around a full 180 degrees and found another particular spot within the chaotic sky bearing the constellations of eight doors.

“Does this mean that unless I’m a Supreme Sage, you’re unable to take any action against me?”

Wei Wuyin’s acute sense of thought and emotional perception immediately discovered a hint of annoyance. To verify this theory of his, Wei Wuyin fully pulled back his natural cloaking of a True Void Dragon, exposing his cultivation base in full.

First Stage of the Mystic Ascendant Realm, Mystic Star Phase!

While this existence likely possessed the perceptive powers of Soul Perception, the full exposure of his cultivation base left no question of his strength, age, and gender. Many of these mostly irrelevant secrets were exposed.

“WHO ARE YOU?!”

The voice was no longer thundering with boundless majesty but abhorrent shock and disbelief.

“I’ll be clearer this time, and only say this once more: Red Dove City’s Wei Clan’s-Wei Wuyin, the Ascendant Emperor of the Neo-Dawn Empire, and Worldly Saint Alchemist of the Neo-Dawn Lineage.”

As he announced his full identity, waves of Imperial Law aura surged forth like waves that caused the fine sand to flow like waves and the air to briefly resume motion. If one looked closely, faint marks of a saber’s edge sliding across the sand could be seen.

Wei Wuyin was about to open his mouth and playfully instruct the voice to announce itself once again when the sky began to twist and tremble with a nigh-godly presence.

“I. AM. HORUS!!!”

The word boomed across the entire desert, and Wei Wuyin had to cover his eyes with his sleeves as the fine sand flew about wildly. With a gentle erection of mana, he established a ward that prevented any sand from touching his skin.

“The Guardian of the Lands of Manu, Protector of the Duat, and Divinity of the Endless Sky!!!”

Each syllable carried tremendous power and aura that could warp the stars and distort the celestial arrangement of a stellar region. It was a supremely domineering power that could cause any ordinary Sage to cower and flee.

Wei Wuyin softly clapped his hands together,

“Good job. I knew you could do it.”

The raging aura did not shake his body, mind, or cultivation base in the slightest.

“You are NOT allowed here. LEAVE THIS PLACE AT ONCE!!”

The voice demanded with the ferocity of a thousand stars. A blasting wave of air smashed against Wei Wuyin, seemingly trying to pressure him with a type of Worldly Pressure that could affect the soul.

Wei Wuyin’s soul had always been abnormally strong, and his cultivation path and journey through Hell’s calamities had only elevated the strength of his soul through tempering so that soul-crushing pressure was no different than a light breeze.

“OR ELSE!!”

The booming voice sundered the desert and created a great, shocking series of phenomena that could stir the soul and startle the mind. There were tsunamis of golden and silver sand, as well as the outlines of tragic figures trying to escape the depths of the sand yet were ruthlessly suppressed back into its depths with wails of agony and horror. Wei Wuyin could even hear the pleading of souls and cries of warning telling him to leave immediately. This continued for roughly thirty seconds and with each passing moment, the sounds and sights grew increasingly intense and horrifying.

“You done?”

Wei Wuyin asked, his voice slightly disinterested.

“…”

“I’ll wait,”

Wei Wuyin sighed helplessly.

Within a single breath, all the crazed phenomena ceased and the vast sandy desert returned to normality, including the chaotic sky with eight door-like constellations. It was as if it was all an illusion.

“Who are you?”

The voice no longer was as majestic as before and felt subdued and genuine. This was the fifth time this voice had asked who Wei Wuyin was, and he was serious about not repeating himself. While he didn’t fault him, the repetitiveness was a little annoying.

“Mister Horus, since you seem to be unable to act against those beneath the Resonant Soul Realm, and this won’t devolve into a fight of life and death against a Supreme Sage, then I’ll be direct with my intentions. I’m here for-”

he paused as he pointed at the eight doors resembling constellations, continuing:

“-those.”

Just as he said those words, one of the constellations began to erupt in brilliant light that resembled the eternal dawn and dusk of the world.

“…What?!”

The owner of the voice, who called himself Horus, was shocked. These doors were interconnected, and they could only be triggered at the same time after a unity of cultivation and balance had been discovered. But only one was activated?!

“Are you doing this?!”

Horus asked with bristling anger.

“Hm? I’m innocent.”

Wei Wuyin’s eyes brightened.

“They let her comprehend the doors?”

While Cao Cuifen had said that her husband intended to have the Ascendants and the others go through the doors, Wei Wuyin had never spoken to her about that at all. She was acting solely by her own will for the benefit of others. His original goal was to maintain tonal consistency within the No-Name Galaxy-take everything unapologetically and ensure the road was paved for his upcoming plans.

That aura of twilight belonged to none other than Su Mei!

HOWL!!!

A world-shaking, savage howl of an apex predator erupted as scarlet deathly radiance exploded from another of the eight doors.

Zuhei?!

It seems the Prime Ascendants didn’t need him to seize this opportunity! Just as he thought this, another door vanished into a shadowy darkness. Without keen senses, it would feel as if the eight doors had become seven!