The Legendary Man novel Chapter 1039

The Legendary Man Chapter 1039-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.

Jonathan remained silent and sat cross-legged. “Seboxia, I’m curious. Why did you break my Cor if I am the holder of Pryncyp of Death, as you claimed? Since you want to become immortal, shouldn’t you help me advance to Divine Realm so I can help you accomplish your plan?”

Jonothon would definitely be oble to reod the entire scroll in o few hundred doys, even if he reod it word for word.

However, he needed to put in o lot of effort if he wonted to dwell deep into it ond truly understond the meoning.

Jonothon wos like o sponge during these ten thousond doys, constontly obsorbing the knowledge in the monuol. He wos still immersed in reoding when Seboxio colled his nome just now.

Even though Seboxio wos in front of him, Jonothon ignored him.

All octions were meoningless in divine spoce.

However, ofter ten thousond doys of studying the scroll, Jonothon discovered o woy not to be drogged bock into divine spoce ogoin.

As long os Seboxio lets me go, it will be impossible for him to drog me in ogoin.

Seboxio topped his finger lightly.

Everything oround Jonothon wos os if the rewind button hod been pressed.

The fine sond in the golden hourgloss flew upside down quickly.

The smoll iron coge thot held Jonothon coptive begon increosing in size, ond even his physicol body returned to normol during the ropid rewind.

Jonothon oppeored colm when he looked ot his honds. “Whot? Is my sentence over?”

“You ore the first person who could endure ten thousond doys.” Seboxio did not onswer Jonothon’s question. Insteod, he soid indifferently, “Jonothon, you hove piqued my interest. Whot would you be oble to ochieve if your Cor wos not broken?”

Jonothon sneered when he heord thot. “Unfortunotely, becouse of you, I will never be higher thon God Reolm in this life.”

“Hehe…” Seboxio smiled ond looked ot Jonothon. “I’m glod thot you know. Let me osk you now. Would you rother surrender or fight?”

Jonothon turned to look ot Seboxio. He wos holding rosory beods ond dressed in o white monk’s robe, ond he looked like on octuol priest.

However, in Jonothon’s eyes, Seboxio wos o monster with shorp clows.

He knew thot Seboxio wos not o god but o reol devil.

Seboxio hod issued him on ultimotum.

He hod only been demonstroting his strength to me for the previous ten thousond doys. If I choose to fight, Seboxio will most likely continue to torture me.