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!

the old man could finish his report, the

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

resulting liquid vaporized, and those curtains of steam flowed up into the atmosphere,

all the stops— vehemently summoning spiritual energy—to resist the overwhelming heat. Despite being a cultivator in God Realm, he still had a tough time withstanding the scorching

right hand on the ground. The droplets of sweat dripping from the tip of his

started

had burnt through the old man’s spirit shield and singed

pursue the duo. He said he was 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 to endure the agonizing

walked

end himself if Holy Blood is not

and the remaining energy pulses had dispersed, the old man slowly rose to

dropped his gaze to his right palm and noted

this time, Paurius!”

an unknown mountain range twenty-five kilometers from Gerrain River, Jonathan was

winter. The temperature there had stabilized at negative thirty to forty degrees all

afraid of the freezing temperature. After all, as a cultivator at his cultivation level, he could handle even harsher

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

had started to lose heat, and her breathing had

fire in a spot sheltered from

between his brows when he took

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

deal with the solvable problem first, Jonathan forcibly pumped spiritual energy into Ksana’s meridians. His spiritual energy, cultivated using Ancient Sacred Dragon

than ten minutes, the previously-tempestuous spiritual energy within Ksana’s

without Ksana’s will, her spiritual energy was akin to a dead calm sea, silently lying

in this vein, she’s only waiting

you want to know the origins of Holy Blood? Then help me out by giving me

wits’ end, Jonathan negotiated with

force, he would often badger the coffin for it. Yet, the coffin