Chapter 968 Mystic Dimension

“Save... me...” Jonathan again implored the monk with much difficulty.

Slowly bending at the waist, the monk unhurriedly stretched out his right hand and lightly tapped Jonathan between the eyes.

Buzz!

With a soft whirr, Jonathan felt as though he was tumbling rapidly into an infinite abyss.

“No!” he roared.

In the next instant, he was stunned for a moment, for he was already seated on a bamboo chair at some point.

Across from him sat the monk in white robes with hands locked in a hand seal.

“You're awake, Mr. Goldstein,” the monk remarked placidly.

Jonathan shot to his feet. In the blink of an eye, he retreated dozens of meters.

He gaped at his hands in astonishment as they were then whole and intact, not a scratch remaining.

“I've actually healed?” he exclaimed, scrutinizing his hands in elation.

Carefully sensing the spiritual energy within him, he felt like he seemingly possessed never-ending strength.

It was none other than the sensation of life force.

“Is that so?”

Behind him, the monk's voice rang out once more.

Whirling around, Jonathan backed away again, beyond wary of the monk in front of him.

However, no sooner had he come to a stop than he realized that he was still standing before the monk.

Meanwhile, the monk remained sitting across from him with hands locked in a hand seal in meditation.

only to see the

he

Mystic Dimension, Mr. Goldstein. There's no rule or law, nor status or identity. You've got

Mystic Dimension?

eyed the monk in front of him

in the main writings of

an ultimate technique that could only be comprehended by

a unique realm

aside, it could also

was not a wholly fictitious world from the imagination of mentally-ill patients. Instead, it was a spiritual world

comprehend the laws of the world

that, they could pull other cultivators' spiritual senses in and seal them within the

ancient times, there had been cultivators who often claimed to have experienced hundreds and thousands of eons. In truth, they were referring to

hundreds of thousands of eons in the real world would have far exceeded the

Sacred Dragon Technique,

requirements for the cultivation of

phase of the Divine

alone disqualified

cultivate it were legendary figures. Even if they had died for millions of years, they were still very much respected whenever their names were

then, sitting cross-legged across from Jonathan was such

truly

deeply. Then, he slowly sat down on

we're both illusory right now. Is that

“Yes and no.”

monk waved his hand lightly, upon which a tender sprout

the ivory-white ground

many more manifested one after

at the

had once entered the illusionary realm

equally real, there was no sensation

there were various bugs and animals roaming

plants, soil, and

qualms believing the monk if the latter were to say that they were in

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