The Legendary Man

The Legendary Man Chapter 1342-A single spell had led to its collective banishment by all the cultivators in Chanaea for nearly two hundred years before they finally managed to extinguish the last vestiges of its legacy.

Even when Ancient Sacred Dragon Technique was written, the technique had already been reduced to a mere legend, with no one having witnessed it firsthand.

But now, the evil spell had reappeared in the world…

As described in Ancient Sacred Dragon Technique, all techniques in the world that had a wide range of dissemination, were easy to practice, and possessed specific functions, were indestructible by humans regardless of whether they were black magic or Great Pryncyp.

Even if someone like Emperor Fehohr, possessing unparalleled resources of their time and capable of suppressing all adversaries, forcibly erased any traces of the technique, the spell would still make a comeback if given enough time.

Thus, the reappearance of the technique was an inevitable outcome.

It could happen through an ancient cave dwelling being discovered, or someone fortuitously receiving a legacy.

What worried Jonathan the most, however, was the timing of these occurrences.

Seboxia, Remdik Emperor, Apocalypse, the divine small world of West Region, the small world of Doveston, Holy Blood of Sanctuary, Charleigh’s strengthening elixir…

The legacy of history, the breakthroughs in technology, the emergence of Secret Realms, the revival of legends…

Every single one of those things, taken alone, was enough to alter the century-old structure of the entire world.

But now, they were sprouting up like mushrooms, emerging continuously.

Could it really be as the Blackwood family predicted? That this life is the final struggle of heaven and earth’s Kore before its collapse? The last burst of light before the impending darkness? If that is the case, the path of cultivating Great Pryncyp might indeed be reduced to nothing more than a legend for future generations.

“Jonathan…” the confused Sirius called out to the daydreaming Jonathan.

Ever since Jonathan finished speaking a moment ago, he had been lost in thought for a long while.

Jonathan turned his head to look at Sirius.

“Don’t Worry. I was just thinking about the Eastern Army’s battle outside. I wonder how they’re doing.”

Sirius was certainly no fool, he could clearly see that Jonathan’s words were merely an excuse.

However, he chose not to point it out, for everyone had their own secrets to keep.

two? Should they be killed or set free?”

this, Jonathan sighed

for everyone now, so just leave

foreign cultivator picked himself up

Asura, we will meet again, and when

Jonathan slashed Heaven Sword across his

stared wide-eyed

“Didn’t you say…”

him that as long as he cooperated with us, I would give him a swift resolution,” Jonathan

is, even in death. By the way, this was taken from the

casually tossed out a storage

in his hand, focusing his

on which there was a dragon’s head

is a ring

thrown into the dungeon by Black Armor Legion. All their storage rings and weapons

Sirius naturally understood

family had died in

a glance at Jonathan, who was busy gathering the weapons that were scattered all over the ground, Sirius waved his hand to summon two corpses from his storage bag. He then slipped on the Blackwood family’s ring and stored the

“Thank you.”

Jonathan as he

waved his

Blackwood family. I’m merely returning it to

Sirius remained silent, turning to walk

“Spare me…”

that moment, the cultivator nailed to the

might be accustomed to the risk of death, it only applied to being instantly killed in

one felt as if one was helplessly nailed to the ground, one would naturally feel fear and despair from the depths of

to the cultivator’s plea for mercy, Sirius lifted his foot and shattered the former’s jaw

he drew his spear and completely severed the tendons

my family,

taking away the storage ring from the man’s finger. Then, without looking

cultivator could do nothing but lie helplessly on the

the cultivator couldn’t even commit suicide by biting his tongue