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.

his attention upward, an aura capable of total

Only after he arrived at a stone lotus did

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

for such hostility, sir. Though I don’t know how long you’ve been imprisoned, we must be the only

in the stone cage, Seboxia addressed it in a level

Dragon Technique in Jonathan’s possession had been passed down from antiquity—close to

powerful as

fellow imprisoned here

remnants of the lives given

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

the stone cage, a pair of gleaming, crimson eyes were fixed

gap in the stone cage, a skeletal claw reached out without warning and swiped at Seboxia, who was standing a hundred

fated to

turned and raised his arm, and an

Boom!

thud, the spiritual energy of the

the terrifying claw

the looks of the bones 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?

the cave, the

several seconds, they

bottomless depths of the stone cage,

out to

bring me

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

“D*mn!”

turned to run like a cat who had its tail

ate its