The Legendary Man

Chapter 1039 Back To Reality

Jonathan would definitely be able to read the entire scroll in a few hundred days, even if he read it word for word.

However, he needed to put in a lot of effort if he wanted to dwell deep into it and truly understand the meaning.

Jonathan was like a sponge during these ten thousand days, constantly absorbing the knowledge in the manual. He was still immersed in reading when Seboxia called his name just now.

Even though Seboxia was in front of him, Jonathan ignored him.

All actions were meaningless in divine space.

However, after ten thousand days of studying the scroll, Jonathan discovered a way not to be dragged back into divine space again.

As long as Seboxia lets me go, it will be impossible for him to drag me in again.

Seboxia tapped his finger lightly.

Everything around Jonathan was as if the rewind button had been pressed.

The fine sand in the golden hourglass flew upside down quickly.

The small iron cage that held Jonathan captive began increasing in size, and even his physical body returned to normal during the rapid rewind.

Jonathan appeared calm when he looked at his hands. “What? Is my sentence over?”

“You are the first person who could endure ten thousand days.” Seboxia did not answer Jonathan's question. Instead, he said indifferently, “Jonathan, you have piqued my interest. What would you be able to achieve if your Cor was not broken?”

Jonathan sneered when he heard that. “Unfortunately, because of you, I will never be higher than God Realm in this life.”

“Hehe...” Seboxia smiled and looked at Jonathan. “I'm glad that you know. Let me ask you now. Would you rather surrender or fight?”

Jonathan turned to look at Seboxia. He was holding rosary beads and dressed in a white monk's robe, and he looked like an actual priest.

However, in Jonathan's eyes, Seboxia was a monster with sharp claws.

He knew that Seboxia was not a god but a real devil.

Seboxia had issued him an ultimatum.

He had only been demonstrating his strength to me for the previous ten thousand days. If I choose to fight, Seboxia will most likely continue to torture me.

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for the previous ten thousond doys.

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for over a thousand and six hundred years. I can continue waiting, but I will not accept a disobedient person. You will no longer obey my orders if

he listened to Seboxia's explanation. “That means

that time, there was only a slight difference between you, who had broken through to the God Realm's advanced phase, and those who had broken through to the God Realm's

echoed like thunder

more straightforward. He gave me something to

was also the biggest

magical items, or formations... No matter what aided in cultivation, if a cultivator relied too heavily

aids were stumbling

Jonathan's expression turned gloomy when he reflected on

the life force's repairing abilities since Seboxia lived parasitically within my body in

gloomy expression. “So,

cultivator, but it's much more difficult to break the Cor. I had to put in a

there's no point in saying anything else. I still