The Legendary Man

The Legendary Man Chapter 1172-Seboxia founded Seboxiasm, and one of its teachings was to refrain from anger.

That was proof of how seriously Seboxia took the virtue of patience.

Thus, the extent of Seboxia’s rage became evident when even a person like him began spewing profanities.

Seboxia was targeted by Heavenly Pryncyp for having invoked massive amounts of Pryncyp of Life during his duel with Ivanov. Given no other alternative, he was forced to hibernate.

To his surprise, he awoke to find himself in such a place.

Though Seboxia had never seen the actual formation around him, he had read about it in the ancient scrolls of the West Region.

According to the text, the Demon Zeal Formation was created to seal away demigods and required the sacrifice of innumerable lives.

It was thus powerful enough to keep spiritual sense, spiritual energy, and Pryncyps outside.

The amount of willpower required for such a feat was unfathomable.

A corporeal monk clad in white robes appeared above the ripples of the Demon Zeal Formation before Jonathan. It was Seboxia in his human form.

“You can come outside?”

Jonathan gaped as Seboxia took form.

Seboxia held prayer beads in his hand. His gaze was inscrutably calm.

“The Demon Zeal Formation is the most powerful formation of antiquity. It requires the blood essence of many to become part of it and is used to block Heavenly Pryncyp, spiritual energy, and essence in all things. In here, Heavenly Pryncyp cannot detect my presence.”

As Seboxia spoke, he gazed up toward the stone cage suspended from the heart of the stone lotus.

attention upward, an aura capable of total annihilation spilled forth from the stone

leaped aside to take cover. Only after he arrived at a stone lotus did he feel

Seboxia, who did not seem fazed by the overwhelming pressure. With his hands clasped together before his chest, he

been imprisoned, we must be the only two

shadow in the stone

Jonathan’s possession had been passed

the records, even a person as powerful as Fehohr

proof that the fellow imprisoned here must have been sealed

pit of bones were remnants of the lives given for the formation, which was how the

cultivator of that Realm could neither be defeated nor killed. That must be the reason why so many were compelled to sacrifice their lives to trap him there and kill him with the passage of time. Yet, Seboxia can stand face-to-face

of the stone cage, a pair of gleaming, crimson

without warning and swiped at

fated to meet,

raised his arm, and an immense burst of spiritual energy

Boom!

thud, the spiritual energy

the

below, you appear to have been sealed here for three thousand years, at least. Your powers were that of a demigod before, but after three millennia of torment, how much do you have left? I’d hazard a guess that as your cultivation level plummets, the time you have left will also diminish. If you miss your chance with us, you will have no

cage in the cave, the pair of huge, crimson eyes were

seconds, they

the dark, bottomless depths of the stone cage, a figure emerged, walking slowly to

turned out to be a curvaceous

me out

cultivator leaped out from between the gap of the railing and landed lightly

“D*mn!”

Jonathan turned to run like a cat who

my pet and ate its egg.