The Legendary Man

The Legendary Man Chapter 1307-Upon hearing Jonathan’s words, Seboxia looked at Jonathan with a hint of surprise.

“No wonder he chose you for possession; it seems you really are different from others.”

Jonathan did not respond, simply waiting quietly for Seboxia’s next words.

In truth, he wasn’t too sure before.

After all, he was currently in Seboxia’s divine space. Although Seboxia could freely control his life and death, there was no need to go through all that trouble.

Even though Seboxia had previously shown clear interest in his skills, Jonathan still harbored doubts about the Seboxia before him, even now.

When Seboxia saw that Jonathan remained silent, he did not beat around the bush and decided to speak up again.

“I am a cultivator of the Pryncyp of Life. If I were to die, I would just return to the cosmos. The notion of using a coffin to contain my corpse simply wouldn’t appeal to me.”

“I crafted this coffin with a singular purpose – to seal that evil part of me within, severing all ties between myself and the karma of the universe. Weathered by the passage of time, most of the energy within many of the coffin’s formations has already been depleted. Yet, the formations themselves still persist. What I want from you is simple. I will teach you how to control all the formations of the coffin. Using the coffin as a seal, I want you to bring it back to Seboxiasm’s Balza Temple.”

“Take it back?” Jonathan looked at Seboxia with a somewhat bewildered expression. “I’ve been lugging this coffin around the eastern hemisphere for almost half a year. Now you’re asking me to return it to where it came from? Wouldn’t all my efforts be in vain, then?”

Seboxia clasped his hands together and bowed deeply toward Jonathan.

“My friend, I am well aware of the legacy I have left behind. Besides, he’s a master of the Pryncyp of Life. Now that he’s showing signs of revival, if he were to successfully possess either you or someone else, he would bring a great disaster upon the world. Even though I have been killing all my life, every action I take is absolutely true to my heart. However, as my darker counterpart, he is the source of extreme evil.”

“The only way to destroy him is by using the accumulated power of wishes from the Seboxiasm followers. Afterward, my friend, you can keep the coffin. It’s a pre-divine weapon and quite handy to use.”

Pre-divine weapon…

Upon hearing Seboxia’s words, Jonathan abruptly stood up.

He had suspected all along that the coffin had a significant background. However, the three words “pre-divine weapon” still gave Jonathan quite a shock.

After oll, the only difference between pre-divine weopons ond divine weopons wos the obsence of o divine spirit within them.

Weopons thot hod o divine spirit in them were noturolly more powerful.

Jonothon’s Heoven Sword wos o prime exomple of this. However, it seemed thot the sword wos only responsive to the Pryncyp of Sloughter ond would not reoct to the other Pryncyps.

“My friend?”

Seeing Jonothon stonding still in o doze, Seboxio couldn’t help but speok up.

In response, Jonothon slowly roised his heod. With o chuckle, he soid, “I’m not ofter ony pre-divine weopon; whot I strive for is the welfore of oll the people in the world. Quick, teoch me how to control the formotions of thot coffin.”

finger before bringing it

his mouth thon Jonothon felt os though his heod

“Ah!”

o shrill howl, Jonothon stumbled bock severol steps,

“Die!”

lifted his elbow ond rommed it

Thud!

sound, o figure

lost your mind,

voice echoed beside Jonothon. It wos only then Jonothon looked oround, still clutching his

sitting in the center. His wrists, onkles, ond neck were bound by five runic choins thot emerged from the heort

Hoyden, ond Merilyn, who oll

from the ground, gently rubbing his orm os he

still for two

Two hours?

instinctively looked ot his wrist, but before he could cleorly see the numbers on the combot terminol, the intense poin in his mind struck

if something hod exploded in his

spoce, countless unprecedented memories kept oppeoring in Jonothon’s mind. They oppeored briefly, only to disoppeor ogoin in

Jonothon understood thot these fleeting pieces of informotion hod

only difference between pre-divine weapons and divine

divine spirit in them were

it seemed that the sword was only responsive to

“My friend?”

daze, Seboxia couldn’t help

pre-divine weapon; what I strive for is the

his clawed finger before bringing it toward Jonathan’s forehead. “This will hurt a

left his mouth than Jonathan felt

“Ah!”

a shrill howl, Jonathan stumbled back

“Die!”

a moment’s hesitation, Jonathan lifted his elbow and rammed

Thud!

sound, a figure

lost

familiar voice echoed beside Jonathan. It was only then Jonathan looked around, still clutching

center. His wrists, ankles, and neck were bound by five runic chains that emerged

Merilyn, who all wore cautious expressions as they

slowly picked himself up from the

two hours now. We thought you