The Legendary Man

Chapter 1172 Spiritual Energy Form

Seboxia founded Seboxiasm, and one of its teachings was to refrain from anger.

That was proof of how seriously Seboxia took the virtue of patience.

Thus, the extent of Seboxia's rage became evident when even a person like him began spewing profanities.

Seboxia was targeted by Heavenly Pryncyp for having invoked massive amounts of Pryncyp of Life during his duel with Ivanov. Given no other alternative, he was forced to hibernate.

To his surprise, he awoke to find himself in such a place.

Though Seboxia had never seen the actual formation around him, he had read about it in the ancient scrolls of the West Region.

According to the text, the Demon Zeal Formation was created to seal away demigods and required the sacrifice of innumerable lives.

It was thus powerful enough to keep spiritual sense, spiritual energy, and Pryncyps outside.

The amount of willpower required for such a feat was unfathomable.

A corporeal monk clad in white robes appeared above the ripples of the Demon Zeal Formation before Jonathan. It was Seboxia in his human form.

“You can come outside?”

Jonathan gaped as Seboxia took form.

Seboxia held prayer beads in his hand. His gaze was inscrutably calm.

“The Demon Zeal Formation is the most powerful formation of antiquity. It requires the blood essence of many to become part of it and is used to block Heavenly Pryncyp, spiritual energy, and essence in all things. In here, Heavenly Pryncyp cannot detect my presence.”

As Seboxia spoke, he gazed up toward the stone cage suspended from the heart of the stone lotus.

attention upward, an aura capable of total

the bronze handbell and leaped aside to take cover. Only after he arrived at a stone lotus

seem fazed by the overwhelming pressure. With his hands clasped together before his chest, he stood resolutely on the formation with the air of a

hostility, sir. Though I don't know how long you've been imprisoned, we must

on the dark shadow in

in Jonathan's possession had been passed down from antiquity—close to ten

records, even a person as powerful as Fehohr did not

is proof that the fellow imprisoned here must have been sealed away

bones were remnants of the lives given for

be the reason why so many were compelled to sacrifice their lives to trap him there and kill him with the passage of

a pair of gleaming, crimson eyes were

in the stone cage, a skeletal claw reached out without warning

are fated

arm, and an

Boom!

the spiritual energy of

crushed the terrifying claw to

a demigod before, but after three millennia of torment, how much do you have left? I'd hazard a guess that as your cultivation level plummets, the time you have left will also diminish. If

cage in the cave, the pair of huge,

seconds,

depths of the stone cage, a figure emerged,

out to

me out of

tinkling laugh, the cultivator leaped out from between the gap of the railing

“D*mn!”

staring at him, Jonathan turned to run like a cat who had its tail stepped

my pet and ate its egg. Where do