Paragon of Sin

The triple declaration of intent swept across the Violet Abyss as a raging, torrential, and swift storm of Spiritual Strength coalesced from three distinct wills. They embodied might to the truest, exhibiting the indomitable presence of the Mystic Dao.

Violent trembling of planets, lunar satellites, solar stars, spherical abodes, void vessels, and an incalculable number of souls occurred shortly after.

Countless mortals instinctively looked toward the origins of these wills. Some stared at the ground as if feeling the fear of earth, others looked to the sky as if it was on the verge of tears about to collapse, and a few prayed to the heavens in the hopes of appeasing its anger. Sky Layers rippled and clouds were sundered. The event was unprecedented and terrifying to an extreme!

"THE WORLD'S ENDING!!!" Those unable to understand the language of Mysticism or imagine the strength of a Mystic Overlord cried out in terror, hiding or holding their loved ones.

"What's happening?! Who's attacking us?!?!" Those a little stronger, a tad bit further along the arduous path of cultivation, who understood the threat of powerful cultivators with horizons a little wider than others asked with fear in their hearts.

"The Abyssal Overlords?!" Meanwhile, those who've ascended beyond the Mortal Dao, grasping the Mystic Dao to some degree, not only understood the wills' intent and purpose but felt their unity for the first time in their long lifetimes, determined the origins and felt fear on levels that were far, far, vastly far beyond those of lesser cultivation.

They understood!

Sometimes, ignorance was enough to generate terror of the unknown in the mind, but knowledge was enough to instill unimaginable dread in one's soul!

"SAVE THOSE YOU CAN!" A World Emperor shouted at his subordinates upon a planet within the vast Violet Abyss Galactic Zone. He anxiously instructed them to move as earthquakes, tsunamis, hurricanes, and spontaneous explosions of air and mana unfolded throughout various planets while vessels of various types either stalled or suffered unimaginable damage.

Lives were lost by the second.

Meanwhile, he unleashed a Mystic Ward to envelop his planet as an incoming ripple of Spiritual Strength and Mystic Intent came his way. Within a split second, he reeled as his nostrils and ears bled, his Mystic Soul screeched in agony, and his refined body was cracked like glass.

With bloodshot eyes, he pushed forth his strongest power, delaying just enough for the planetary defensive formation to activate by his subordinates' actions, blocking the storm of power.

Just the Mystic Intent and Spiritual Strength of Mystic Overlords, those at the Seventh Stage of the Mystic Ascendant Realm, the Ascendant Saint Phase, was enough to induce catastrophic events across a galaxy. They weren't considered Overlords for show! With each subsequent stage of cultivation came a raging rise in strength and unfathomable means, far exceeding the imagination.

Cultivation is difficult but equally rewarding!

Fortunately, the Violet Abyss was not without its defensive means and experts; out of preservation of interests or a sense of obligation, Ascended beings by the millions acted throughout the Violet Abyss.

"Enough!" A feminine voice that was both soothing, reliable and a little arousing as if at the tip of its tongue hung the sensation of pleasure swept across the Violet Abyss. As if it was a splash of cold water on a scorching hot day, the experts and living beings felt a sense of comfort hug their souls as the explosions and storms of incoming strength were annihilated.

"OVERLORD VIOLET SEA!!" They shouted to the skies in reverential praise. She was their pillar against beings of godlike strength and cultivation. She was their rival and she was the divinity in their hearts.

As a Mystic Overlord herself, dealing with the Spiritual Strength wills and Mystic Intent that were casually unleashed by other Mystic Overlords wasn't too difficult at all. However, she wasn't too pleased by the wanton destruction of her territory or the loss of precious mystic power.

"I. Am. Here!" Violet Sea announced herself as Mystic Intent retaliated as violet and golden water formed tsunamis manifested, containing the aura of the Law of Water! They barreled forcefully toward the three Mystic Overlords, carrying all her dissatisfaction and displeasure, evading all the celestial bodies along the way as if they had eyes.

In fact, as they swept across the celestial bodies such as planets and lunar satellites, wisps of temporal power splashed onto the surface, undoing all the immense destruction and easily reverting those mortals shaken, blasted, crushed, or imploded by the impact of Spiritual Strength and Mystic Intent.

Temporal Reversion!

At her level, the ability to reverse time for mortals was as easy as taking the most comfortable breath, consuming barely a fraction of a fraction or a fraction of an iota of Mystic Power.

She could even use the power latent within the celestial bodies' cores or the mystic-graded materials of the planet themselves to act as a substitute, her will that imposing upon objects within Mystic Dao was simply that domineering!

This was her territory!

Within mere moments, almost all the sudden death and destruction was undone!

At the outskirts of the Violet Abyss' borders, chaos mana quivered as violet and golden water leaked out of fixed space, pouring out and gathering mystifyingly until the slender shape of a female took form, slowly gaining the characteristics of an Abyssal, white-skinned and bright yellow-eyed, garbed in a low-tier Mystic-World grade battle robes that were primed for conflict and designed with valiant presence in mind.

In her hands were two whips, one violet and one gold, that were folded into a circle and ready to be unleashed at any given moment.

Violet Sea's expression was colder than a planetary ice age and her Mystic Aura caused the three dimensional layers of space to screech in agony and tremble at her barely contained fury. Her gaze pierced through the veil of chaos mana and mystic aura, landing firmly upon three different entities.

"Mystic Lord Violet Sea, please calm down. Your stare is harming my soul a little," a voice jokingly said with a lackadaisical tone prevalent within each syllable, as casual and unrestrained as can be. Despite its vocal tone, despite the joking manner by which it was said, a sharp, pervasive mystic intent sliced toward Violet Sea.

Violet Sea's eyes glinted, one eye bright violet and the other shining gold, and she released a short snort that twisted time and space, unleashing tidal waves of Water Heart Intent. The sharp intent was bombarded and crushed out of existence. After dealing with that, her grip tightened around the handles on her whips. Her gaze honed onto a single cultivator as they were exposed.

A middle-aged, lanky Abyssal with glistening white skin and a pair of crimson irises and dark pupils that glimmered with luminous light. He was garbed in colors of white and sanguine, carrying a wide blade wrapped by thin fabric horizontally on his back.

He had a faint smile on his face, as if ever-present since birth, as perpetual as the heavens themselves, yet those crimson eyes of his radiated a dangerous presence that exuded the heart-shaking urge of violence of the purest kind.

Crimson Blade, the Mystic Overlord of the Abyss of Blades!

"Don't provoke her, Mystic Lord Crimson Blade." A calmer voice echoed out. However, the voice was like pulsating sonic booms to the ears, all of which blasted toward Violet Sea viciously. The surrounding chaos mana trembled and Violet Sea's pupils shrunk slightly. She swiped her folded whip in the direction of the sonic waves and unleashed a torrential outpour of violet and golden water.

They exploded in the Dark Void and the surrounding world within hundreds of thousands of miles shook!

It belonged to an elderly woman whose skin was like a baby, her hair was grayed by age, likely once a flamboyant pink color, her stature short, her spine slightly bent, and she wielded a cane that resembled a large flute with noticeable holes within. She had dark skin with irises of light pink and exuded an ancient aura as if she had lived for over three hundred thousand years. And she had!

The oldest living Abyssal, Mystic Overlord of the Soundless Abyss—Fairy Silence!

It was once said that she was the most beautiful Abyssal in the entire galaxy at one point! Unfortunately, no one was able to verify that as she predated the other three! Even Heavenly Seers trying to divine the truth of such claims would suffer backlash on the truth as if it was closely guarded by a protective spell!

While historic records were fuzzy as no one had ever kept a record of the most beautiful woman like the Ancient Sealed Region had!

However, one truth was known: this elderly woman who had a bent back, garbed in black and pink robes, once had numerous suitors who had all failed to obtain her acceptance! It was rumored, but difficult to verify, that she was still chaste after never marrying in her long lifetime!

Violet Sea glared at Fairy Silence, this old elderly witch. That earlier attack was vicious and her hand was still trembling.

Fairy Silence didn't smile or frown, her neutral gaze focused on Violet Sea and neither hid their dislike for each other. "She might risk it all if you do," she completed her sentence with a sneer.

However, Crimson Blade gave Fairy Silence a sidelong glance as a storm of violent strength swelled within his chest and hands. Looking at this ancient coot, the urge to swing his blade kept incessantly pounding against his heart.

The dynamic of Fairy Silence constantly interfering with his affairs left him with a strong distaste for her, even if he disliked Violet Sea. Additionally, he disliked Violet Sea more, this pompous little bitch.

"Apologies, Mystic Lord Violet Sea." A voice filled with genuine apologetic emotion rippled through the Dark Void. There was no attack launched with this voice. Moreover, they didn't dare to do so!

A dark-skinned, even darker and blacker than Fairy Silence, young abyssal woman who seemed to be in her early twenties emerged out of a gust of wind, forming her body and exposing her.

She was certainly as beautiful as she was young, with silvery markings on her skin that heightened her features, her white hair and grey eyes paired exceptionally well with her darker skin, giving her a mystifying and unfathomable appearance.

While her beauty wasn't at the level of conquering a galaxy and stealing colors from the stars, she was sufficient to match against many starfield-toppling members of her gender, as exquisite as they come, and with an innate, alluring charm.

Her most miraculous aspect was her wide hips and firm, bubble-like buttocks that could enthrall most men at the sight, and her tight, form-fitting clothing only accentuated her slender waist and extraordinary body.

The weakest of the Galactic Zones was none other than the Abyss of Tranquility, the Mystic Overlord Grey Rose!

Gray Rose's cultivation base seemed a little unsteady even now after being a genuine Mystic Overlord for tens of thousands of years. Moreover, the keen-eyed and educated would notice the distinct presence of a passive yang aura enriching a dominant yin aura. If one peered closer, one would notice a foreign Yang Source that contained unfathomable properties within her Yin Source.

It was as if her cultivation base was built upon another's using a Dark Method or Evil Method.

"Slut," Crimson Blade's eyes flashed viciously as he spat. If words could kill, the maliciousness within that single word would be able to slaughter half a stellar region.

Gray Rose's expression didn't change at all despite that word blasting through the Dark Void and reaching countless ears. She was clearly long since used to such defamatory insults. She only unleashed her grayish Mystic Ward that rippled at Crimson Blade's sharp intent in response!

The naming sense of the Abyssals was simple. It was largely due to the traditional ways they decide upon their titles, unlike in the Ancient Sealed Regions, they were often defined by one's cultivation and color of their Natal Soul, Astral Soul, or Mystic Soul. For example, Fairy Silence's title was originally Pink Piccolo!

However, almost everyone referred to her as Fairy Silence out of respect for her preferences!

The four Mystic Overlords of the White Abyssal Galaxy, the four strongest members of the Abyssal Race, were right here!

"What do you all want? If it's war, then: Come!" Violet Sea was domineering to the extreme, her whips unfolded as her Mystic Aura exploded outwards pushing all three of them back! Not even Gray Rose was spared! She drew upon a wisp of power from her galactic array, which was intertwined with every celestial body in her territory, priming to unleash its might in full force!

In the background, the planets' atmospheric layers glowed a richly violet radiance or a luminous golden radiance!

"Hmph!" Fairy Silence swung her large flute and dispersed the incoming wave of mystic aura, not taking a single step back.

"Arrogant!" Crimson Blade used his palm as a blade and sliced into the aura, dividing it like parting a sea, completely prohibiting it from touching the edge of his robes.

"...!" Gray Rose was blasted back three steps, her Mystic Ward shattering. Each step sent shivers throughout the Dark Void, distorted time, twisted space, and dispersed chaos mana in every direction. Her nose bled and she visibly looked injured as her expression went paler.

Crimson Blade sneered at the sight of this. "Your stolen cultivation is finally catching up with you? Should just kill yourself and let Grey Amulet rest in fucking peace, you thieving slut."

Gray Rose wiped the blood from her nose and ignored Crimson Blade's barbed words. "Please, still your fury Mystic Lord Violet Sea."

"Then state your purpose!" Violet Sea roared. "OR FIGHT!" She didn't back down in the slightest as she bared her fangs, two whips ready to lash out, and an entire region of a galaxy serving as her support. She was fearless!

Crimson Blade scoffed, always hating how Violet Sea was the type to choose the most nuclear option, feeling as if just that was enough to suppress the world. His eyes blazed with raw violence.

He felt an impulse to teach her why two Galactic Zones were barely able to jointly resist his blade, his hand reaching to his back about to grip the hilt of his wide blade.

Fairy Silence clenched her large flute tight, and her eyes rippled with power.

Gray Rose heaved a heavy sigh in her heart.

The air grew extremely tense.

"Mystic Lord Violet Sea, why don't you introduce me to your galactic companions?" A voice that was rife with Majesty, imbued with sharpness, diffusing Utmost Purity Mist and Enlightened Scholar Mist, while simultaneously coming from every direction yet none of them.

The three Abyssal Overlords halted their movements as they tried to pinpoint the origins of the voice.

When they were about to seek out Violet Sea for answers to this new arrival, their eyes widened as Wei Wuyin appeared, his eyes exerting the full brilliance of the Alchemic Stars of Transcendent Purity, while his body was enveloped in an Utmost Purity Mist aura that stimulated their Mystic Souls greater than they had ever experienced their lifetime.

"Greetings, Mystic Lords. I am Wei Wuyin, the Neo-Dawn Alchemic Saint." He gave a proper Abyssal greeting of respect.