The Legendary Man

Waves of spiritual pressure surged in the passage.

However, Jonathan was not crushed as Ivanov had expected.

In fact, Jonathan’s armor was swiftly regenerating.

Furthermore, Jonathan’s wounds were healing as the man himself rose to his feet shakily.

When he sensed the mighty life force Jonathan exuded, Ivanov halted.

“You’re not Jonathan,” Ivanov icily said to Seboxia.

In the meantime, Seboxia was moving Jonathan’s body.

Although he had helped Jonathan fight before, he had fought by manifesting a physical form with his Pryncyp of Life and spiritual energy.

Even during their time at Delisgar Ridge, Seboxia had only manifested a physical form using his spiritual power and had never gained full control over Jonathan’s body as he did now.

Seboxia had successfully evaded the relentless passage of time during his thousand-year-long silence, but he could not escape the fate of becoming a ghost confined to the shadows.

Now that he was in Jonathan’s body, Seboxia trembled as he took in all the senses the body could feel.

He was revitalized, and his spiritual energy was surging in his veins. His heart was pounding vigorously, and he could smell the scent of soil.

He could feel the pressure of the ground and the icy humidity that blanketed him.

Every single one of the sensations—no matter whether it was good or bad—seemed all too precious for Seboxia.

“So this is what it feels like to have a body. It’s been such a long time since I felt all these things.”

Seboxia was rubbing his hands together in a frenzied manner, his actions resembling that of a madman.

The last time Seboxia took control of Jonathan’s body, he only had temporary control because Jonathan’s soul had been resisting him. As a consequence, Seboxia’s control over Jonathan’s body was incomplete, and he did not have clear access to all of Jonathan’s senses.

now, with Jonathan willingly surrendering his body, Seboxia could finally experience

had been living in

Seboxia found himself becoming increasingly addicted to the sensations, to the point where he entertained the idea of permanently taking

the underground was shrouded in darkness, the two Divine Realm cultivators could see each other with remarkable clarity, down to the

Seboxia touching his arm like a

two formless swords made from

use to Divine Realm cultivators like them, for there were too few magical items that could compare to Pryncyp. Most were much weaker

two Pryncyp weapons

easily shattered those Pryncyp blades with a flick of his

smile before clasping his hands together in

Strength, and you’ve noticed that I’m not Jonathan Goldstein. There’s always someone who’s the cause of another’s grievance. Mister,

spoke in fluent Remdikian, his accent carrying a peculiar pronunciation that differed from

it resembled the ancient Remdikian dialect that

asked with a

did a slight bow. “I’m Seboxia of West

when he

a man from sixteen hundred years ago, the religion he founded, Seboxiasm, had been passed down to the present

give this name to any humans or

a common name before the founding of Seboxiasm, there could only be one Seboxia after the establishment of Seboxiasm, and that was

in front of

the one who founded Seboxiasm

answered with

believes in Seboxiasm? If you do, I can give

“A blessing?”

scoffed. In the next second, he

Bang!

as the two engaged in combat, a tremendous muffled sound reverberated

the epicenter of their confrontation, dozens of meters away, the ground erupted like a spring with sand,

were forming like lines