The Legendary Man

The Legendary Man Chapter 819-Aetomoye didn’t expect Jonathan would ask a profound question like that in a deadly situation.

Aside from shock, he felt puzzled. “You’re asking that now?”

“That’s right.” Jonathan nodded and answered matter-of-factly, “Since we’re just staring at each other right now, I may as well utilize the time to learn more. How do you think I managed to raise my cultivation level this quickly? It’s because I love learning. Whether through experience or understanding, the more information I absorb, the more I expand my knowledge. It also helps me solve any problem I encounter when cultivating in the future.”

The more he spoke, the gutsier he sounded. By the end, he was practically painting himself as a studious, inquisitive, and positive figure.

In response to Jonathan’s fiery speech, Aetomoye waved his hand. “Please stop tooting your own horn, Mr. Goldstein.”

Jonathan rubbed his hands together and smiled obsequiously. “You’re my senior in terms of cultivation, Aetomoye. Heck, I’m even willing to call you my mentor. Since we’re in a stalemate and have nothing better to do, I thought I’d ask you that question. Of course, you’re free to ignore me if you like. I’ll just keep thinking about how to kill you.”

As he spoke, he started making himself somewhat transparent, as though he was going to disappear at any moment.

Just as Jonathan’s figure was about to vanish, Aetomoye spoke. “Wait.”

While he had taken control of Jonathan’s blood with the power of his Pryncyp, that was all he could do.

He had no access to other parts of Jonathan’s body because he wasn’t the owner of the body he was residing in. If I want to negotiate with Jonathan, I need to relent a little. After all, both of us are trying to stay alive.

When Jonathan rematerialized his figure, he gazed at Aetomoye with annoyance. “What’s up?”

He was acting as though he wasn’t the one who had just asked a question.

Upon sighing, Aetomoye answered, “Since you’ve asked, I suppose I can provide you with my insight.”

“Okay.” With a wave of his hand, Jonathan summoned a table and a chair on the empty stage.

After taking his seat, he materialized a blackboard next to Aetomoye.

Aetomoye. “These are just illusions, Mr. Goldstein. There’s no need to

raised his head and lectured, “Different cultivators refer to what you call ‘life force’ with distinct terms, such as vital energy, life energy, etc. Some even call it a soul! In the end, these are just different names for the same thing, the purest energy in existence. You can think of this energy as consciousness, but it’s not spiritual sense. A person’s soul

soul rely on to exist? For example, when the body of a mortal dies, their life force disappears. However, a cultivator like you can abandon their body and continue to exist as long as there’s blood around. In that case, the soul clearly doesn’t need a body to

Aetomoye nodded.

would usually answer any questions the core cultivators in

who was always eager to

soul is my consciousness, my thoughts. It has nothing to do with the body. For example, when a mortal dies, even though their consciousness wants to keep living, it can’t because it has lost what’s keeping it alive. And so, their soul vanishes. However,

cultivator, Aetomoye. So you’re saying that your life force

“That’s right.”

Jonathan’s countenance. “I understand everything now. As long as you have a life

was slightly

he sensed a

to the bloodstream, he realized Jonathan’s

in the real world, the religious cultivators attacking Hossom suddenly leaped

retreat. After turning his head back, he saw Jonathan sitting

activated the Ancient Sacred Dragon Technique as he used the surging spiritual energy in his meridian to

meridians were starting to tear themselves apart due

are you doing,

life!” As

debilitating pain if even a little bit

forcing nearly a third of his spiritual energy to do

his teeth and released a muffled grunt instead

root of his cultivation was instantly demolished and even rushed straight into his elixir and energy field. “If you want to live inside me, you have to pay

a wisa cultivator, Aatomoya. So you’ra saying that your lifa forca ralias on your Pryncyp’s powar

“That’s right.”

Jonathan’s countananca. “I undarstand avarything now. As long as you hava a lifa forca, I can pull this off. Just wait, Aatomoya. I’ll