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.

finally experience a profound awareness of the vessel

intoxicating for someone who had been

sensations, to the point where he entertained the

cultivators could see each other

like a lunatic, the louder the alarm

summoned two formless swords made

there were too few magical items that could compare to Pryncyp. Most were much weaker than Pryncyp weapons, so Divine Realm cultivators tended to attack and

Pryncyp weapons silently dashed toward

Pryncyp blades with a flick

smile before clasping his hands together in

the one who grasps the Pryncyp of Strength, and you’ve noticed that I’m not Jonathan Goldstein. There’s always

his accent carrying a peculiar

ancient Remdikian dialect that was prevalent in remote

Ivanov asked with a

slight bow. “I’m Seboxia of West

sharply when he

had been

prohibited to give this name to any humans or animals, and its use for commercial purposes was also strictly prohibited.

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

in front of me

Seboxia? Are you saying that you’re the one who founded Seboxiasm

correct,” Seboxia answered

I know if you have any family who believes in Seboxiasm? If you do, I can give them

“A blessing?”

the next second, he reappeared

Bang!

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

above ground, the earth trembled violently, and at the epicenter of their confrontation, dozens of meters away, the ground erupted like a spring with sand, gravel,

like lines