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.

willingly surrendering his body, Seboxia could finally experience a profound awareness

for someone who had been living in darkness for over a

addicted to the sensations, to

darkness, the two Divine Realm cultivators could see each other with remarkable clarity, down

touching his arm like a lunatic, the louder the alarm bells in

formless swords made from

items were no longer of any use to Divine Realm cultivators like them, for there were too few magical items that could compare to Pryncyp.

two Pryncyp weapons

easily shattered those Pryncyp blades with a flick of

Seboxia asked with a smile before clasping his hands together in

you’re the one who grasps the Pryncyp of Strength, and you’ve noticed that I’m not Jonathan Goldstein. There’s always someone who’s the cause of another’s grievance. Mister, why don’t you let me go

carrying a peculiar pronunciation

resembled the ancient Remdikian dialect that was

Ivanov asked with

slight bow. “I’m Seboxia

sharply when he heard Seboxia’s

years ago, the religion he founded, Seboxiasm, had been passed down to the present day and was one of the

name to any

could only be one Seboxia after the establishment of Seboxiasm, and that

in front of

Are you saying that you’re the

Seboxia answered

believes in Seboxiasm? If

“A blessing?”

next second,

Bang!

two engaged in combat, a

trembled violently, and at the epicenter of their confrontation, dozens of meters away, the ground erupted like a

cracks were forming like lines on