The Legendary Man

The Legendary Man Chapter 879-Within Remdik, Mount Enly was a volcano that had lain dormant for thousands of years in the Darlita Range.

At over five thousand four hundred meters high, it was the highest peak in Epea.

As a matter of fact, Mount Enly was the only volcano in the world with a height exceeding three thousand meters, which was why it was dubbed “the World’s Furnace.”

However, that massive furnace had been completely carpeted with snow due to its proximity to Aizkovos.

Notably, the volcano was a well-known restricted area in Remdik. Along with most of the Darlita Range, it was a very mysterious spot in Epea due to the many losses of lives there.

Every year, countless adventurers journeyed into the mountain range, hoping to conquer it. Alas, they all ended up missing and never walked out of it.

At that moment, a young man stood at the edge of an escarpment halfway up Mount Enly, silently watching the snowfall.

Before the snowflakes could fall on the young man’s head, however, they would be repelled to the sides as though an invisible shield was enveloping him.

It seemed like there was a hidden wind-like barrier around the young man, flurrying snow away from him. Undoubtedly, it would be a mysterious sight to anyone who witnessed it.

Right then, a burst of spiritual energy rapidly approached the young man from a two-meter-square cave behind the escarpment.

In a matter of seconds, an old man zoomed out of the cave and stopped behind the young man.

“Master, I’ve received word from Paurius.”

As the young man slowly turned around to face the old man, he dismissed the energy surrounding him, allowing the snowflakes to land on his body. The moment the snowflakes came into contact with his shoulders, they vaporized, emitting a sizzling sound of a water droplet on a hot pan.

“Did he manage to catch her?” he asked impassively while walking toward the old man.

With every step he took, the knee-high snow would swiftly melt beneath his foot.

Shockingly, those puddles of melted snow had long vaporized into steam before he lifted his feet.

“Paurius didn’t manage to catch Ksana, and she had already leaked the secret of Holy Blood to Jonathan—”

Boom!

could finish his report, the young man arrived right in front of

young man. Raging heat waves shrouded the entire area, plunging the escarpment into a furnace in the blink

resulting liquid vaporized, and

resist the overwhelming heat. Despite being a cultivator in God Realm, he still had

had his left knee and right hand on the ground. The droplets of sweat dripping from the tip of his nose vaporized immediately the

started to waft from the old man’s right

heat emitted from the young man had burnt through

confident in bringing Jonathan’s and Ksana’s bodies back to the holy land in three days,” the old man reported humbly as he clenched his teeth

young man walked

if Holy Blood is not within

remaining energy pulses had dispersed, the old man

dropped his gaze to his right palm and noted the

on your own this time,

Gerrain River, Jonathan was hiding in

temperature there had stabilized at negative thirty to

not afraid of the freezing temperature. After all, as a cultivator at his cultivation level, he

arm, however, was still out cold. Her tumultuous spiritual energy could not protect her against the

fact, her body had started to lose heat, and

fire in a spot sheltered from the wind. Once the fire was blazing, he carried Ksana closer to the fire and

formed between his brows when he took her

energy in Ksana’s body but had no idea what to do with the black vein markings crawling up

with the solvable problem first, Jonathan forcibly pumped spiritual energy into Ksana’s meridians. His spiritual energy, cultivated using Ancient Sacred Dragon Technique, possessed an incomparable level of purity. When his spiritual energy crossed paths with hers within her body,

ten minutes, the previously-tempestuous spiritual energy within

energy was akin to a dead calm sea, silently lying in her

in this vein, she’s

Holy Blood? Then help me out by giving me

wits’ end, Jonathan negotiated with

healing nature of life force, he would often badger the coffin for it. Yet, the coffin never once entertained his whining, behaving just like