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?”

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“Twenty-seven yeors…”

slowly rose

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one didn’t rely on these senses,

Seboxia, waiting for

Seboxia turned his head to

did you

with two different sets of memories. He had completely lost his ability to discern between what was

saw the world one thousand and six hundred years from now…” Jonathan said with a hint of uncertainty. “We were

the ravings of a madman, everyone showed a strange

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

however, merely smiled and said, “Jonathan, may I ask

years, “Jonathan answered

the Goldstein family of Yaleview to his later

“Twenty-seven years…”

rose

imagine if every 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

left everyone

contrast, Jonathan instinctively turned his gaze toward Seboxia and muttered, “Zephyr dreams

looked at Jonathan with a smile. “So, you also

real?” Jonathan shot Seboxia an agitated look and shouted, “Since Zephyr is

looking as if he had uncovered something incriminating about

in a conundrum regarding which set of memories was real, he was desperate to

at Jonathan

your dreams are not entirely fictional but are partly derived