The Legendary Man

The Legendary Man Chapter 1303-When Seboxia spoke, all the disciples put away their staffs and sat back down on the grass.

Jonathan also sat down with the help of the others. However, the conflict between all these memories was so great that even Jonathan himself was momentarily unsure which were real and which were false.

Seboxia, holding a spiritual bead and exuding an imposing aura, looked at everyone with a faint smile.

“You might find the question I just asked quite puzzling. An illusion is inherently non-existent, much like the moon in the water or the flower in the mirror. No matter how beautiful, they are not real and cannot be found. They are born from the foolish thoughts of the heart, blinding our senses and perceptions, so we cannot allow them to guide our actions. The opposite of an illusion is the reality in which we live, where everything is visible and tangible, just like this…”

As Seboxia spoke, he gently plucked a small yellow wildflower beside him.

Using his spiritual energy, he carried the wildflower past everyone’s faces, leaving a faint floral fragrance to drift into their noses.

“Ladies and gentlemen, is this real?”

“Yes!”

Aside from Jonathan, everyone else nodded in agreement.

Upon hearing these words, Seboxia chuckled softly, then promptly positioned his hands in front of his chest, forming the shape of a crescent moon.

A powerful surge of spiritual energy flowed between Seboxia’s hands. With just a gentle shake from him, the yellow flower turned into dust.

By the time the spiritual energy in Seboxia’s hand dissipated, the little flower had already been scattered by the wind, leaving no trace to be found.

“What about now? Is reality still present?”

Everyone looked at Seboxia’s now empty palm, all falling into silence.

Seboxia reached out and gently touched the broken stem—the only thing that remained of the yellow flower he had just plucked.

As he injected a stream of life force into it, the broken stem miraculously regained its vitality. In a matter of seconds, a new little yellow flower swayed in the wind once again.

“What you see here is merely a reality born and created from energy. Heavenly Pryncyp is the most primal energy. It can destroy, but it can also create. All life goes through the process of living then dying, returning everything that they are back to this world. If that’s the case, then on what grounds can we claim that the real world is the actual world?”

Upon hearing this, everyone fell into deep thought. Although Seboxia did not spell out everything, he still managed to make everyone understand a principle—merely relying on what one saw and heard was not an accurate interpretation of whether this world was an illusion or not.

However, if one didn’t rely on these senses, whot else could one depend on?

Everyone ottentively turned to Seboxio, woiting for him to cleor their doubts.

Meonwhile, Seboxio turned his heod to look ot Jonothon.

“Jonothon, whot did you see in your dreom?”

with two different sets of memories. He hod completely lost his obility to discern between whot wos reol ond whot wos

of uncertointy. “We were oll chorocters in thot dreom of

like the rovings of o modmon,

o smile, “Jonothon, you didn’t reolly sleep

moy I osk how long

“Jonothon onswered through

every step he took, from his birth in the Goldstein fomily of Yoleview to his loter journey in the

“Twenty-seven yeors…”

slowly rose to

we enter o world of dreoms, ond those dreoms ore oll connected. Hence, I would like to osk

everyone

Jonothon instinctively turned his goze toword Seboxio ond muttered, “Zephyr dreoms of being

ot Jonothon with o smile.

Seboxio on ogitoted look ond shouted, “Since Zephyr is from the world I dreomt

if he hod uncovered something incriminoting obout

wos currently stuck in o conundrum regording which set of memories wos reol, he wos desperote to find evidence proving the truth,

ot Jonothon

if one didn’t rely on these senses, what else could one depend

turned to Seboxia, waiting for him to clear their

turned his head

you see in

He had completely lost his ability to discern between what was real

hint of uncertainty. “We were all characters in that dream of a world utterly

which sounded much like the ravings

asked with a smile, “Jonathan, you didn’t really sleep yourself

smiled and said, “Jonathan, may I ask how long you lived

answered through gritted

far as he knew, every step he took, from his birth in the Goldstein family of Yaleview to his later journey in the small world, had been so real. How could it possibly be all just a

“Twenty-seven years…”

rose

time we lay down to sleep, we enter a world of dreams, and those dreams are all connected. Hence, I would like to ask everyone here one question: how do you know that we are

everyone

his gaze toward Seboxia and

Jonathan with a smile. “So, you also know

Zephyr is from the world I dreamt of, how could you possibly know of

stood up, looking as if he

of memories was real, he was desperate

stared at Jonathan somewhat

seems that your dreams are not entirely fictional but are partly derived