The Legendary Man

As Clinton knelt on the ground, Jonathan’s gaze narrowed, but he remained silent.

Based on the reactions of the Mountain Village villagers and the envoy’s description of Yannopolis, Jonathan had a general understanding of the structure of this small world.

Yannopolis stood at the center, with one hundred and eight villages forming the periphery. In the middle, the two Outer Cities were divided into the north and south regions.

The city layout, especially the arrangement of the thirty-six intermediate villages and seventy-two lower-level villages, was incredibly effective. It was even comparable to modern corporate management models.

Whether it was the exchange of cultivators between the north and south regions or the layout of the intermediate villages, everything seemed to be a way for Yannopolis to redirect the animosity.

The exchange of cultivators between the north and south regions caused pressure on the villages below them, and the “collective punishment” system caused the intermediate villages to bear the consequences of the mistakes made by lower-level villages. This, in turn, caused the intermediate villages to put a constant source of pressure on the seventy-two lower-level villages, ensuring they wouldn’t dare to act out of line.

The lower-level villages resented the intermediate villages, the intermediate villages feared the envoys from the Outer Cities, and all the envoys from the Outer Cities were nothing more than lackeys raised to follow instructions from the Inner City.

This seemingly simple system was actually a tightly woven web of control.

As the outermost village, Mountain Village had no hope of breaking free from this oppressive system, even if they rebelled.

had no

Jonathan’s silence, Seboxia clasped his hands together and respectfully

curious,” he began. “I observed earlier that within a fifty-meter radius from here, there are over thirty Grandmaster Realm experts in absolute phase among you. With such

speaking, Seboxia extended his right

Realm. Is Yannopolis

rid of your newly emerged God Realm cultivators along with their cultivation methods, won’t they?” “That’s right!” Clinton’s expression turned grim as he looked at Jonathan. “In less than fifty years, all the villages have lost the inheritance of God Realm cultivation. Even if some villages managed to keep something hidden, they realized it too late and couldn’t make a difference. We have no way to turn the tide!” Seboxia walked forward and waved his hand, sending out a stream of spiritual energy. He gently lifted Clinton off the ground. “You’ve all suffered greatly. All beings are born equal and shouldn’t be enslaved,” Seboxia said. Jonathan couldn’t help but feel puzzled as he took in Seboxia’s compassionate expression. If any other follower of Seboxia had spoken such words of compassion, he would have dismissed them as brainwashed. However, this was coming from Seboxia, so it seemed somewhat ridiculous. Who was

conversion of illusion

Jonathan watched Seboxia warily.

Seboxia from pulling him into the divine space, and Seboxia had also lost the protection of the Pryncyp of Life in this small world, Jonathan still couldn’t

was

ten meters long, into Jonathan’s abdomen. If Jonathan dared to resist,

now, Jonathan had never come across any records or

Seboxia still maintained a

gripped the black bamboo scroll