Paragon Of Sin Chapter 1989 Chapter 1981: The Race Has Already Started

In Wei Wuyin's Mind's Eye, the Heaven's Gate burst into radiant splendor, releasing a battle anthem filled with divine favor and ethereal tunes. The 300,000 blood-red stars gleamed more intensely, expanded in size, and roared along with the melody in flawless harmony. His entire Mind's Eye lit up with the glow of celestial warfare, intertwined with battle shouts and savage incantations from an archaic, primordial tongue. When the gate surged to life, the nine heavenly runes that Wei Wuyin had grasped and inscribed onto his Seed of Law flared with enthusiasm, emitting rhythmic surges of divine power.

Athena's misty form had become far more defined and lifelike compared to before. Though her facial details remained vague or missing, apart from her silver eyes, her flowing, regal hair like a golden river streaked with blood-red accents drew the eye, featuring two thick, lengthy locks draping down each side of her face to accentuate it with a wild yet alluring grace. Her figure had shed its vagueness, now taking the shape of a youthful female, imposingly statuesque with a toned, lean physique apparently carved by gods for warfare.

Fragments of unfinished golden armor encircled her, gradually drawing in beams of brilliant heavenly light from the Heaven's Gate to finalize their assembly, along with a streaming torrent of Solar Soul Energy pouring into her frame. Her metamorphosis wasn't complete yet, but her consciousness had sharpened to full alertness. Her gaze sharpened, sparkling with sharp silver brilliance. The sights Wei Wuyin perceived through his own vision mirrored in her eyes, capturing the savage rush of hostile forces.

The reason she instantly marked them as foes in combat was their overwhelming aura of murderous intent as they advanced, directing all their battle-hardened and bloodthirsty mental energy straight at Wei Wuyin. These were troops following commands.

Kill.

They served as officers directing the assault toward one goal.

Kill!

And her gaze burned with a sole intent:

KILL!!!

Feeling Athena's robust reaction, Wei Wuyin couldn't help but let a grin form. She progressed steadily, without any hitches.

RUMBLE!!

The earth itself quaked beneath Wei Wuyin's feet, signaling the approaching troop. They made no effort to conceal their advance or assault, charging at maximum speed toward his twin Identity Runes. It was as if they unleashed a lion's full fury on what they saw as mere prey, but he was no helpless quarry—he was a DRAGON!

This mystery didn't stop the unaware adversaries; the troop shattered the terrain and streaked through the heavens in a disciplined array, displaying remarkable teamwork amid their aggressive push. Using his sharp eyesight, Wei Wuyin examined the nearing group. Their looks became visible during their intimidating, orderly advance.

Clad in metal plating crafted from Essence of War, the armor's dark blue hue paired with a bold green diagonal stripe hinted at their allegiance. Regrettably, Wei Wuyin couldn't pinpoint their precise background, not even the emblem they shared as a collective—some carved on helmets, cloaks, or chest guards—depicting a six-fingered hand in blue-violet tones with an eye in its palm that pulsed with an enigmatic vibe. A faint, barely noticeable strand of fate energy wafted from the pupil of that eye.

The plating drew from Water Intent, inscribed with complex arrays. Right away, Wei Wuyin unraveled the puzzle of their missing blood. The armor radiated a thick blood essence, probably designed to harness the user's shed blood as power to spark to life, triggering its features on its own and sparing the need for active control during fierce fights.

Their stares were icy, lethal, and locked on target. Still, they showed no shortage of smarts, just a firm resolve suited to warriors, fitting for cultivators striving for peak performance in the realm. It was captivating to witness—a mark of elite forces.

By tallying them one by one, Wei Wuyin quickly estimated their count: 1,032. A complete battalion. Their realms varied but reached extraordinary heights. None fell to Rune King—also called Earthly Saint—the minimal level permitted in the Ascendant Battlefield. Every one stood at World Emperor or higher, genuine World Saints in the Mystic Ascendant Realm's Fifth Stage. The Lieutenants guiding their units, meanwhile, held realms at the Heavenly Saint Phase.

Finally, the Battalion Commander reached the Ascended Saint Phase—a Mystic Overlord! Among the Lieutenants and the Commander, Wei Wuyin detected the hidden scent of Karmic Luck, vibrant and surging chaotically. They were Blessed. Not one bore a trace of sin.

This squad was custom-built from Blessed Fighters and exceptional prodigies, dispatched to sow chaos in the Inner Ascendant Battlefield!

"TARGET SPOTTED! ALONE, NO SUPPORT!" A scout Spiritualist zeroed in on Wei Wuyin's form right away, skillfully bypassing Tilly. As an Entry Moderator, she enjoyed specific safeguards, so they naturally classed her as off-limits for combat. No warnings came for her to withdraw, given her access and abilities let her slip away from any foe effortlessly. If she chose to watch, they had no power to halt her; if she opted to go, they wouldn't even attempt it.

Wei Wuyin sensed a wave of Spiritual Strength wrapping around him from hundreds of miles off. Only Spiritualists could overcome the limits so smoothly, projecting their Spiritual Sense in this adversarial, stifling space where others couldn't unleash their peak power. Though Wei Wuyin didn't qualify as a standard Spiritualist, his path began with that base—Divine Elemental Soul and Divine Saber Soul. Even as they'd advanced past those norms into their own trails, his spirit prowess outstripped any regular Spiritualist by leaps.

He faced zero constraints.

"ACTIVATE ARRAY: THUNDEROUS SCATTER!" A Lieutenant bellowed with commanding force, rippling commands through the ranks and spurring the troops to heightened vigor as they fused their energies in a stunning show of crushing dominance. Wei Wuyin registered a thunderous crash in his Sea of Consciousness mere moments later, as the battalion channeled their curbed Spiritual Strength into the Spiritualist, empowering a spirit assault well beyond their individual limits.

This spirit art could shatter the Sea of Consciousness of a typical Heavenly Saint in a flash, probably slaying them from afar. If not lethal, it would wreck their spirit sea badly, crippling their combat or escape chances. A clever maneuver. Even a Mystic Overlord might survive the initial strike, but it often sealed their doom.

That said, Wei Wuyin had joined the Inner Ascendant Battlefield as a Soldier, not a Commander. His realm ought not to match that tier. Their strategy was sharp and efficient, launched without pause once intel arrived. Impressive. Wei Wuyin couldn't deny a spark of respect for their execution.

In moments, these Mystic Ascendants covered hundreds of miles together, harnessing mutual power to surge ahead. They bounded with synced leaps to build speed, hurled comrades to boost velocity, soared, and trailed the slipstreams of swifter allies to cut drag. They moved like a synchronized band of armored insects and tumblers. Nimble and mighty!

During this synergy, one unit drew forth bows and quivers. They loaded bolts, controlled their breaths, and held steady as companions propelled them onward, syncing with the flow without breaking concentration. A display born of deep trust and rapport.

Upon closing to three miles from Wei Wuyin, a Lieutenant thundered: "LOOSE!"

No preamble, just a drilled routine. At once, the blood-hued sky grew dim. Darkness fell over Wei Wuyin as countless air bursts rang out in the thousands. Each from a bowstring's snap. Their weapons were special azure bows, pulsing with watery essence. One pull unleashed a fan of shots, swelling numbers by the hundreds.

Some aimed true; straight at his position.

Others predicted paths; toward his potential dodges.

A handful lurked slyly; masked in the trails of others, invisible to normal eyes.

To a fresh recruit unaware of the stakes, the sight would terrify.

Silently, Wei Wuyin reached out his hand in a partial grasp and connected spiritually with Athena. That gesture carried the deep poise of a top-tier Commander, forged in heavenly conflicts.

itself.

One blood-red star ignited in Athena's Heaven's Gate. It shot forth with bolt-like swiftness, bursting out with fervent drive. The star left Wei Wuyin's Mind's Eye, drawing his Mystic Power from his dantian. It appeared over his palm, then swiftly grew, forming a battle banner! It matched the Nexus War Flag precisely!

Wei Wuyin's gaze flared with fierce glow as he gripped the War Flag. A mere lift sent tremors through the air, halting the arrows hurtling to skewer him.

with

opposition!

"RISE!" Wei Wuyin's cry rang like a blade's edge, able to cleave reality, and with draconic rage, ready to smash all rivals.

"LEGION!!!" He drove the flag's base into the soil with a thud, and the blood-red War Flag blazed golden. The arrows, fueled by the battalion's unity, pressed on, but now blocked by a fresh foe.

Ten thousand Soldiers of War materialized. A hundred-strong squad with golden shields charged first. The shields grew in their hands, fusing into one massive silver barrier like a godly ward, unyielding and absolute.

Every arrow struck the vast silver shield. But on contact, no blasts or noises followed—just quiet. They bounced back as if from a babe's puff.

The battalion froze in shock. 'What in the world?!'

Yet no pause for thought came, as the silver shield contracted, revealing the full ten thousand Soldiers

of War. They resembled golden war deities, eyes blood-red like the firmament, helmets bearing a silver "Zhan" glyph. Leading was a figure that seized the foes' focus and senses. In their wake, Wei Wuyin raised the War Flag and angled it ahead,

toward the battalion.

"Legion Commander Zhan Zheng!"

The lead aura detonated at once. It unveiled a Heavenly Saint realm!

"KILL!!!"

One command, and every Soldier of War's aura burst together. As they did, the "Zhan" on their brows glowed silver, baring their realms.

In a heartbeat, the charging battalion paled with dread and alarm.

All...of them...HEAVENLY SAINTS!

"YES!" Zhan Zheng bellowed, thrusting his spear at the Battalion Commander, defiance blazing in his stare, war essence flaring supreme around him. As he advanced, his Law of War aura climbed endlessly, revealing a complete MINOR LAW!

"KILL!" Zhan Zheng commanded.

"KILL!!!" In perfect sync, the Legion exhaled slaughter as they stormed the battalion!!