The Legendary Man

Chapter 1098 A Fight Between Divine Realm Cultivators

Waves of spiritual pressure surged in the passage.

However, Jonathan was not crushed as Ivanov had expected.

In fact, Jonathan's armor was swiftly regenerating.

Furthermore, Jonathan's wounds were healing as the man himself rose to his feet shakily.

When he sensed the mighty life force Jonathan exuded, Ivanov halted.

“You're not Jonathan,” Ivanov icily said to Seboxia.

In the meantime, Seboxia was moving Jonathan's body.

Although he had helped Jonathan fight before, he had fought by manifesting a physical form with his Pryncyp of Life and spiritual energy.

Even during their time at Delisgar Ridge, Seboxia had only manifested a physical form using his spiritual power and had never gained full control over Jonathan's body as he did now.

Seboxia had successfully evaded the relentless passage of time during his thousand-year-long silence, but he could not escape the fate of becoming a ghost confined to the shadows.

Now that he was in Jonathan's body, Seboxia trembled as he took in all the senses the body could feel.

He was revitalized, and his spiritual energy was surging in his veins. His heart was pounding vigorously, and he could smell the scent of soil.

He could feel the pressure of the ground and the icy humidity that blanketed him.

Every single one of the sensations—no matter whether it was good or bad—seemed all too precious for Seboxia.

“So this is what it feels like to have a body. It's been such a long time since I felt all these things.”

Seboxia was rubbing his hands together in a frenzied manner, his actions resembling that of a madman.

The last time Seboxia took control of Jonathan's body, he only had temporary control because Jonathan's soul had been resisting him. As a consequence, Seboxia's control over Jonathan's body was incomplete, and he did not have clear access to all of Jonathan's senses.

Seboxia could finally experience a

was intoxicating for someone who had been living

concerns, Seboxia found himself becoming increasingly addicted to the sensations, to the point

Realm cultivators

longer Ivanov watched Seboxia touching his arm like a lunatic, the louder the alarm

summoned two formless swords made

longer of any use to Divine Realm cultivators like them, for there were too few magical items that could compare to Pryncyp. Most were much weaker than Pryncyp weapons, so Divine Realm cultivators tended to attack and defend

Pryncyp weapons silently dashed toward

shattered those Pryncyp blades with a flick of his

smile before clasping

I'm not Jonathan Goldstein. There's always someone who's the cause of another's grievance. Mister, why don't you let me go so

Remdikian, his accent carrying a peculiar pronunciation that differed from

the ancient Remdikian dialect that

Ivanov asked with

slight bow. “I'm Seboxia

inhaled sharply when he

sixteen hundred years ago, the religion he founded, Seboxiasm, had been

laws of the West Region, the name “Seboxia” was listed as a forbidden word. It was prohibited to give this name to any humans or animals, and its use for commercial purposes was also strictly prohibited.

“Seboxia” might have been a common name before the founding of Seboxiasm, there could only be one Seboxia after the establishment

in front of

you saying that you're the one who

Seboxia answered with another

I know if you have any family who believes in Seboxiasm? If you

“A blessing?”

scoffed. In the next second, he reappeared in front of

Bang!

the two engaged in combat,

their confrontation, dozens of meters away, the ground erupted like a spring with sand, gravel,

forming like lines on