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 a profound

someone who had been living in darkness for

the sensations, to

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

longer Ivanov watched Seboxia touching his arm like a lunatic, the louder the alarm

two formless swords made from

cultivators like them, for there were too few magical items that could compare to

two Pryncyp weapons silently dashed toward

Seboxia easily shattered those Pryncyp blades with a

asked with a smile before clasping his hands together

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 so that

a peculiar

ancient Remdikian dialect that was prevalent in remote

Ivanov asked with a

bow. “I’m Seboxia

sharply when

religion he founded, Seboxiasm, had been passed down to the present day and

to any humans or

common name before the founding of Seboxiasm, there could only

in front of me

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

Seboxia answered with another

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

“A blessing?”

next second, he

Bang!

two engaged in combat, a tremendous muffled sound reverberated

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

cracks were forming like lines