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 awareness

had been

sensations, to the point where he entertained

shrouded in darkness, the two Divine Realm cultivators could see each

touching his arm like a lunatic, the louder the alarm

summoned two formless swords made from

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

the two Pryncyp weapons

shattered those Pryncyp blades

before clasping his hands together in front of

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

spoke in fluent Remdikian, his accent carrying a peculiar pronunciation that differed from

dialect that was

asked

a slight bow. “I’m Seboxia

sharply when he

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

name to any humans or animals, and its use for commercial purposes was

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

Seboxia in front of me

that you’re the one who founded Seboxiasm in West

correct,” Seboxia answered

if you have any family who believes in Seboxiasm? If you do,

“A blessing?”

the next second, he reappeared in

Bang!

combat, a

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

were forming like lines