Paragon Of Sin Chapter 1982 Chapter 1974: Outer Domination (3)

[Grade]: Dao.

[Creation Value]: 8,623,997.

The runic script blazed with a painful intensity, standing as a solitary monument of tyrannical brilliance that illuminated the surrounding zones. Jaws dropped and eyes widened in shock; hearts hammered against ribs as dizziness took hold. The sheer magnitude of the Creation Value struck their very souls without mercy!

"This is outrageous!"

"Impossible! It is absolutely impossible!"

"Nine... nine... nine! It has only been... nine hours!"

Cries of pure disbelief and horror erupted, punctuated by gasping silence and the sight of trembling lips. The Creationists of the Outer Stellar Battlefield of Order—limited to mortals and low-tier Ascended beings yet spanning the entire galactic cluster—instinctively tried to reject this reality. How could such a thing be achievable?!

Had this been the lowest grade setting and the score of an entire zone combined into a single Glove of Creation, it might have been plausible. But this belonged to one solitary alchemist! Furthermore, this was merely the Declaration Phase, the opening gambit of their creative power! Even the experts from the Utmost Purity Galaxy stood frozen, unable to make sense of the situation.

Demands for answers were sent to the Moderators and Envoys. They pleaded for an explanation. However, beyond confirming the legitimacy of the Creation Value, no further details were provided. The scene played out exactly as it had previously with the Soldiers and Commanders of the Inner Stellar Battlefield.

They were left with a grim binary choice: submit to death or fight upon the Battlefield of Order using their Ways of Creation! Though the field was built upon the foundations of skill and artistry, the reality of the struggle was every bit as savage as a gore-stained, corpse-ridden warzone.

Resist.

Or.

Perish!

The Creationists were forced into a frantic scramble. Urgent communications were sent to internal organizations and neighboring zones alike. For the first time, numerous zones found themselves compelled to unite as a single front to oppose an unstoppable foe. They mobilized their forces, pooled their resources, and prepared to strike back. Speeches echoed, alliances were cemented, and old blood feuds were discarded. A unity born of desperation formed, reaching a scale no one could have predicted.

Regardless of their heritage—be they Titan, Celestial, Abyssal, Human, or any other race granted the chance to enter the Battlefield of Order & War—they had to bury their grievances. A few troublemakers remained, but they were ruthlessly crushed before their dissent could grow. At this stage, infighting was nothing short of gambling with everyone's survival!

Wei Wuyin descended slowly to land next to Tilly. Her gaze was fixed intently on his face, as if she were trying to dig out his deepest secrets. Seeing her so mesmerized by him, Wei Wuyin let a smile play across his lips. "Is there something on my face?"

Tilly gave a start. Snapping out of her daze, she shook her head vigorously and stammered: "Nothing. There is nothing on your face."

"Ah, what a shame. I was hoping you would say it was my good looks," Wei Wuyin remarked with a chuckle, rubbing his cheek. In truth, his recent feats had been quite taxing. Nine hours was a narrow window. Furthermore, the catalog of products, talismans, and scriptures available for concoction or crafting in this Outer Battlefield was far more extensive than that of the Inner Battlefield. He had been forced to invent several new items on the fly. Luckily, his Freestyle Concoction Method made him exceptionally skilled at such spontaneous creation.

Tilly’s face flushed. She looked away slightly, whispering, "You are handsome."

"Oh? Am I?" Wei Wuyin replied with a mischievous smirk. He moved closer to her, his Alchemic Stars of Unparalleled Creation glowing with a magnificent light. Deep within those stars, a spark of lustful fire flickered. Tilly felt a wave of heat wash over her. Recent memories surged through her mind, causing her legs to press together instinctively. When she looked up and met Wei Wuyin's eyes, an uncontrollable shiver ran through her. A quiet moan escaped her as her vision grew clouded and dazed.

Wei Wuyin laughed softly as he wrapped her in a shimmering veil of spiritual energy. She was now completely hidden. Thus, when her strength failed and her legs gave out, her frustrated pout remained unseen by the many prying eyes surrounding them. At this moment, the pair was the focal point of the entire world.

"You're mean!" Tilly complained. Her voice carried a stimulating quality that tugged at the lust in Wei Wuyin's heart. However, he maintained absolute mastery over the raw impulses stirring in his soul. Such discipline was the primary requirement for an Inheritor of Sin: the capacity to govern, reject, embrace, or destroy the sin while fully grasping its underlying ideology.

That hunger lived within his soul, yet it did not command him. It was, however, potent enough to awaken the uniqueness of that sin in others, spreading it with calculated purpose. Du Ling, Su Mei, Na Xinyi, Zuhei, and many more had been touched by that hunger, and their lives had been fundamentally transformed by it.

He reflected on the steady evolution of his Bloodline of Sin. Since becoming a full Ascended being, the bloodline seemed to be passively generating an energy that benefited his soul. It felt as though it was preparing his soul to eventually practice the True Soul of Sin Method. If his deductions were right, the Primordial Seeds of Sin: Lust & Pride were meant to be nurtured by sinful energy during this phase of Cultivation.

Though they were only supposed to truly awaken once he reached the Realm of Sages, his actions were triggering those advanced functions prematurely, despite his Bloodline of Sin having awakened far too early.

Eventually, he looked up and noticed the much smaller Globe of Creation that had linked itself to him. They hadn't merged into one entity yet, but the process was happening slowly. The fusion would likely conclude once the opposing Globes of Creation finished their own Declaration Phase.

The person who had shown the courage to join him at the final moment possessed a face he recognized. A light smile touched his lips, and he vanished. To the spectators, Wei Wuyin simply blinked out of existence, though he was merely moving at speeds beyond their sensory limits.

He reappeared beneath the only other Globe of Creation that had dared to remain in the sky and declare war. Standing there was the owner, her heterochromic eyes wide with shock at his sudden appearance.

She remained as graceful as the first time they met. However, she had become leaner, her previously soft, curvaceous figure now appearing more athletic. She hadn't lost her allure; rather, her body was tighter and stronger, a clear result of tempering her physical form through martial arts. This new Cultivation path had even added an inch or two to her height, though she was still shorter than Wei Wuyin by a head and a half.

Despite these physical shifts, her vixen-like charm was only intensified. As expected, though her tight outfit highlighted every curve, she wore a black and white dress that covered her from neck to toe, with a mesh veil concealing everything but her eyes.

Those heterochromic eyes—light grey on the right and dark grey on the left—were unmistakable.

Wei Wuyin’s smile grew wider. "Twilight Alchemic Saint, it has been quite some time."

This woman was none other than... Mu Yura!

She was a Mortal Sovereign Alchemist from the Everlore Association!!

Mu Yura stared at Wei Wuyin, her heart thumping against her ribs. She was just as stunned by this revelation, having only hoped that this individual and Wei Wuyin were the same person!

"Neo-Dawn Alchemic Saint!" She fought to keep her poise, but her composure cracked as her voice rose in pitch. She suppressed the urge to swallow hard. "I—it truly has been a while."

Wei Wuyin's eyes flashed with curiosity. Disregarding her startled companions, he asked the most pressing question: "How did you get here?"

It was a valid question!

This was one of the Direct Access Formation Zones for the Utmost Purity Galaxy. Why would someone who belonged in the Onestar Domain be found here in the Utmost Purity Galaxy? It made no sense at all.

While he paid no mind to Mu Yura's allies, he did detect a faint Blessed karmic aura radiating from her—a scent only acquired through close contact with a Blessed individual. Without his specialized senses, even a master Heavenly Seer would have missed this detail.

"How? I should be the one asking you..." Mu Yura started, but when Wei Wuyin’s brow furrowed slightly, her body went stiff. She quickly added: "Your Majesty."

Wei Wuyin scanned her Cultivation base. Lacking any patience for delays, he decided to move things along by looking directly into her memories. "Come with me," he said, extending his hand. She hesitated for a second, but thinking of their shared destiny after her impulsive decision to join him, she took it.

The pair vanished instantly.

Wei Wuyin returned to where Tilly was busy steadying her breath and fixing her clothes, having completely swapped her pants for obvious reasons. When he landed, his expression was grave.

He had non-invasively scanned Mu Yura's memories the moment they touched. This ability of Eden had only grown stronger with his recent advancement. He was shocked to find that Mu Yura had traveled through the Ancient Sealed Regions, specifically through the territory of his own Neo-Dawn Empire.

This puzzled him briefly until he realized the access formation wasn't necessarily tied to a fixed point in the void. Planet Blueglow, which he had used, could be moved by a powerful enough being. Yet, the distance between the Utmost Purity Galaxy and the Onestar Galaxy was staggering.

Were they linked?

As his mind processed this revelation, threatening to uncover a massive secret regarding the history of the Onestar Galaxy, the 2,999 Zones of the Outer Stellar Battlefield began their counterstrike