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.

just illusions, Mr. Goldstein. There’s no

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

soul rely on to exist? For example, when the body of a mortal dies, their life force disappears. However, a cultivator like you

Aetomoye nodded.

one Divine Realm cultivator, he would usually answer any questions the core cultivators in his religion had in Bazar

he rarely saw individuals like Jonathan, who was

personal understanding, the 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, someone like me can stay

a wise cultivator, Aetomoye. So you’re saying that your life force relies on your Pryncyp’s power

“That’s right.”

have a life

Aetomoye was slightly spacing

he sensed

he realized Jonathan’s meridian

religious cultivators attacking Hossom suddenly leaped backward as

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

the Ancient Sacred Dragon Technique as he used the surging spiritual energy

tear themselves apart due to

doing, Jonathan?” roared

going to destroy myself and take your life!” As Jonathan howled

cultivator would be in debilitating pain if even a little bit of their spiritual energy were

was forcing nearly a third of his spiritual energy

a muffled

demolished and even rushed straight into his elixir and energy field. “If

and bowad. “You raally ara a wisa cultivator, Aatomoya. So you’ra saying that your lifa forca ralias on your Pryncyp’s powar to

“That’s right.”

As long as you hava a lifa forca, I can pull this off. Just wait, Aatomoya. I’ll find a way to