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 addressed

observed earlier that within a fifty-meter radius from here, there are over thirty Grandmaster Realm experts in absolute phase among you. With such a foundation, it should be a breeze

his right hand and made a

through to God Realm. Is Yannopolis so terrifying that even with the collaboration of the dozens of villages around here, there is no hope

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 Seboxia exactly? He was a great cultivator possessing the Pryncyp of Life, but he had never healed or saved anyone other than Jonathan. Instead, he had used Jonathan’s Pryncyp of Slaughter to absorb the life force of those on the brink of death for his own use. Seboxia was a ruthless creature capable of killing. He had deceived even the Heavenly Way with his schemes. Yet here he was, speaking of equality for all sentient beings in such a sanctimonious manner. Anyone would find it absurd. What is Seboxia up to? The look Jonathan shot Seboxia became increasingly dark. Nevertheless, he couldn’t figure out a clue however much he racked his brains. Just then, Seboxia unexpectedly beckoned to Jonathan. In an instant, Jonathan felt a fluctuation of spiritual energy within his elixir field. With his inner vision, he saw that a corner of the large coffin within his elixir field had lifted by itself. Within the darkness of the coffin, a shadow flickered. Before Jonathan

was the conversion of

Jonathan watched Seboxia warily.

and Seboxia had also lost the protection of the Pryncyp of Life in this small world, Jonathan still couldn’t break free from Seboxia’s

for that was the spell

the coffin, which was over ten meters long, into Jonathan’s abdomen. If Jonathan dared to resist, Seboxia could easily sever him in half by

now, Jonathan had never come across any records or

Seboxia still maintained a firm

black bamboo scroll