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.

moment he turned his attention upward, an aura capable of

raised the bronze handbell and leaped aside to take cover. Only after he arrived at a stone lotus did he feel the suffocating oppression

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

Though I don’t know how long you’ve been imprisoned, we must be the only two people you’ve met since you were

in the stone

had been passed down from antiquity—close to

the records, even a person as powerful as Fehohr did not manage to create

that the fellow imprisoned here must have been sealed away

feet in the 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

a pair of gleaming, crimson eyes were fixed on

claw reached out without

fated

his arm, and an immense burst of spiritual

Boom!

the spiritual energy of

the terrifying

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

the massive stone cage in the cave, the pair

several seconds,

dark, bottomless depths of the stone cage, a

to

me out

out from between the gap of the railing and landed lightly on the edge of the

“D*mn!”

robes staring at him, Jonathan turned to run like a

my pet and ate its