Paragon Of Sin Chapter 1978 Chapter 1970: The Eye's Objective

The Outer Stellar Battlefield of War lay under a heavy shroud.

The scent of fresh gore hung thick in the air, whipped about by howling gales of agony and hopelessness. Death was an omnipresent force, watching like a divine entity, striking without warning while mortals struggled in vain against it. This was a brutal landscape, unfit for the delicate or the faint of heart, driving away both fair maidens and shrewd merchants.

Yet, standing among a carpet of corpses with a small band of survivors was a woman who once embodied both those traits—Ma Sujiang! Her face, hardened by war, revealed the weight of her grim experiences, while her sharp, watchful eyes told the story of tragedies born from a single moment of carelessness. She wiped a smear of blood from her cheek and spat a glob of blood-streaked phlegm onto the face of a fallen human male.

In another life, she was the treasured daughter of the Golden Life Pavilion. Now, she stood surrounded by the broken bodies of Ascended beings. These past few years had served as her life's most intense period of trial and evolution. She had watched legendary geniuses of Cultivation reach for the heavens and witnessed the awe-inspiring capabilities of a Seer and an Alchemist.

“Take this,” a heroic figure clad in muted golden armor said, extending a crystalline waterskin toward her. Familiar with the gesture, Ma Sujiang took the container and drank deeply, feeling the restorative elixir flow through her to mend her drained mystic energies.

“Thanks, Mingna.” After drinking enough to begin her recovery, Ma Sujiang returned the waterskin. Her gaze drifted toward the firmament, where a violent clash of Ascended beings raged under the intense pressure of the Battlefield. Having only recently descended from that high-altitude slaughter, she was well-acquainted with the need to retreat to the lower grounds to recuperate.

Wen Mingna checked the remaining liquid in the waterskin before securing it at her waist. She looked upward toward the sky. High above, two cultivators favored by destiny were engaged in combat against a multitude, dominating their foes as if they were waging war against the heavens themselves.

Ma Sujiang took a long, deep breath and let out a heavy sigh. “They’ll kill them,” she stated with absolute certainty.

Wen Mingna remained silent, her eyes fixed on the sky where a tempest of mystic power and force churned. The two Blessed, Tian Yinwu and San Yongli, were allowing their karmic paths to manifest as they battled a squad of ruthless killers. Despite being only at the Mystic Star Phase, these enemies possessed a vast and suffocating aura of sin.

Only a few years had passed since the emergence of the Defiant-sized Solar Star. Using a subspace within their camp—a sanctuary shielded from the battlefield’s suppression—the pair had successfully pushed their cultivation to the Mystic Star Phase, the initial stage of the Mystic Ascendant Realm. They had risen to the rank of Commanders, supported by Tian Xiaolu and the elven alchemist, Qingye Ying, from the Battlefield of Order.

Ma Sujiang herself had already faced death twice. Many of their comrades had fallen permanently. Had it not been for the timely expenditure of Creation Value to trigger resurrections through temporal reversion, they would have been lost forever. Wen Mingna, however, had yet to experience death, and she had no intention of starting now.

Their small circle had expanded rapidly as the duo recruited remarkable and unusual allies from across the war zone, forming a massive Legion. These two possessed a natural charisma that drew the extraordinary to their side amidst the carnage. Furthermore, they knew exactly how to exploit their tactical advantages.

Recently, a rival group of Commanders had targeted them, leading to the deaths of several members through treachery. Without the incredible alchemical skills of Tian Xiaolu and Qingye Ying, those lives would have been forfeit. Now, the final moments of this blood feud were playing out as San Yongli and Tian Yinwu executed a counter-strategy, trapping every enemy Commander in a lethal web.

Simultaneously, they coordinated with their alchemists to strike the enemy Creationists, ensuring no resurrections could occur. Their assault was merciless, and the sky turned a dark shade of crimson from the blood of their foes.

Wen Mingna formed a hand-seal, catching a thread of fate to peer into the impending conclusion. As she foresaw, the result was Victory. She did not look further, simply waiting for the end. As if responding to her silent wish, a thunderous roar of desperate fury echoed through the heavens as sword light and flames merged in a perfect strike. The final, agonizing scream of a Highlord of Mysticism shook the atmosphere.

As the chaos subsided, two figures of transcendent beauty and commanding presence descended from the clouds. They were followed by a group of Mystic Ascendant Realm cultivators who had assisted in the systematic elimination of their rivals.

Wen Mingna gave San Yongli a small smile while handing her the crystalline waterskin. There was no need to ask if they had succeeded. She could feel the surge in their karmic fortune, earned by purging those the Heavenly Daos deemed condemned sinners. They had fulfilled a celestial mandate by erasing those stains upon the world.

Tian Yinwu looked toward Wen Mingna. This Heavenly Seer had been vital in finding allies and uncovering opportunities for growth. Her presence confirmed his belief that a powerful Seer and Alchemist were indispensable for a successful path of cultivation. “Your prediction was accurate, Seer Wen. They never sensed us coming and walked straight into the trap they thought they had set for us.”

San Yongli drank deeply, using the elixir to restore her depleted strength. “Now that this is settled, shall we move onward?”

Tian Yinwu gave a firm nod. He surveyed his followers—an incredible force of top-tier geniuses that had grown from a small group into something formidable.

“Let us depart. Our next destination is the Nexus Battlefield.” Following his command, the legion began organizing into a traveling formation.

Suddenly, Wen Mingna paused. Her eyes shimmered with a strange light as she looked toward a nearby area, a faint, almost invisible smile touching her lips.

“Is there a problem?” San Yongli asked, noticing the shift in the Seer's mood. Wen Mingna remained composed, her expression returning to a pleasant neutrality.

She replied, “It is nothing. I simply saw someone.”

“Someone?” San Yongli peered in the same direction but saw nothing but empty space.

“They aren't here yet. But they will be,” Wen Mingna said cryptically. San Yongli, being used to the mysterious ways of Seers and their glimpses into the future, accepted the vague answer and turned her attention back to the march.

Wei Wuyin stood in the very spot Wen Mingna had looked toward, though he existed in a time far in the future. By using his Temporal Eye to look back at past events, he realized she had sensed his presence through the currents of time. It was a staggering display of mastery over her divination arts.

He wasn't exactly trying to hide his presence, however. “So, I missed them?” Wei Wuyin had expected to find Wen Mingna here, but she had already moved to the Nexus Battlefield with the others.

In the background, Tilly Winehart bit her lip. While she wasn't breaking any laws by bringing him to the Battlefield of War, she couldn't help but feel anxious.

Just as he prepared to leave—much to Tilly's relief—to head toward the Outer Stellar Battlefield of Order, he caught a familiar golden glimmer and a specific scent. He scanned the area and found the source.

In an instant, he appeared beside a shattered sword. His eyes narrowed as he extended his spiritual sense into the blade. The feedback he received caused his expression to shift instantly. “She...”

He reached out, extracting a tiny speck of condensed golden light from the ruins of the sword and placing it within his Primordial Expanse. The fragment floated there, radiating the most intense and pure heavenly light he had ever encountered. Not even the Microheavens he had worked on could compare to this level of purity. It wasn't even close!

‘Could this be... a fragment of heaven?’

Wen Mingna’s mission...

Suddenly, his Astral Souls—the Bai Xius, Athena, and Element—became violently active. A primal hunger erupted from their very foundations. Though it was only a tiny speck, no larger than a grain of sand, their reaction was fierce and desperate.

“Hahaha! Well done, girl!” Wei Wuyin burst into a hearty laugh. Even he wouldn't have dared to claim this fragment, yet she had not only taken it but kept it hidden and safe for his arrival. What an extraordinary woman!

“You really are going to give me an incredible surprise, aren’t you?”