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.

could finally experience a profound

been living in darkness

becoming increasingly addicted to the sensations, to the point where he entertained the idea of permanently taking over

darkness, the two Divine Realm cultivators could see each other

arm like a lunatic, the louder the alarm bells in Ivanov’s

two formless swords made from

of any 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

two Pryncyp weapons silently dashed

Seboxia easily shattered those Pryncyp blades with a flick of his

Ivanov, right?” Seboxia asked with a smile before clasping

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 don’t you let

Remdikian, his accent carrying a peculiar pronunciation

dialect

asked with a

a slight bow. “I’m Seboxia of West

when he heard Seboxia’s

a man from sixteen hundred years ago, the religion he founded, Seboxiasm, had been

was listed as a forbidden word. It was prohibited to give this name to any humans or animals, and its use for

name before the founding of Seboxiasm, there could only

Seboxia in front

Seboxia? Are you saying that you’re the

Seboxia answered with another

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

“A blessing?”

scoffed. In the next second, he reappeared in front

Bang!

in combat, a tremendous muffled sound reverberated throughout the

at the epicenter of their confrontation, dozens of meters away, the ground erupted like a spring with sand, gravel, and soil shooting up

like lines on