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.

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

bronze handbell and leaped aside to take cover. Only after he arrived

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

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

in the

possession had been passed

person as powerful as Fehohr did not manage to create a small

the fellow imprisoned here must have

bodies beneath their feet in the pit of bones were remnants of the lives given for the formation, which was how the place had been sealed

demigod. After all, only a 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

pair of gleaming, crimson eyes were fixed

out without warning and swiped at Seboxia, who was standing a

are fated to

Seboxia turned and raised his arm, and an

Boom!

the spiritual

crushed 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? 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

the massive stone cage in the cave, the pair of huge,

seconds,

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

turned out to be

me out of

between the gap of the railing and

“D*mn!”

white robes staring at him, Jonathan turned to run like a cat who had its tail

ate its egg. Where do