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.

body, Seboxia could finally experience a profound awareness of the vessel

someone who had been living in darkness for over

becoming increasingly addicted to the sensations, to the point where he

cultivators could see

his arm like a lunatic, the louder the alarm bells

he summoned two formless swords made from his

use to Divine Realm cultivators like them, for 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 defend with

shudder, the two Pryncyp weapons

blades with a flick of his

a smile before

seems like 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

spoke in fluent Remdikian, his accent carrying a peculiar pronunciation

dialect that was prevalent

asked with a

bow. “I’m Seboxia

sharply when he heard Seboxia’s

a man from sixteen hundred years ago, the religion he founded, Seboxiasm, had been passed down to the present day and was one of

as a forbidden word. It was prohibited to give this name to any humans or animals, and its use for commercial purposes was also strictly prohibited. This measure was taken to show

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

Seboxia in front of

the one who founded Seboxiasm in

correct,” Seboxia answered

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

“A blessing?”

scoffed. In the next second, he reappeared in front

Bang!

engaged in combat, a tremendous

confrontation, dozens of meters

were forming like lines on