The Legendary Man novel Chapter 1173

The Legendary Man Chapter 1173-Jonathan felt much more at ease after hearing the explanation.

However, Seboxia’s speech caused Jonathan to give the former a funny look.

Despite his words earlier, in the end, they still need me to help.

Jonathan had the inexplicable feeling of being tricked by Seboxia again.

Yet, he could not help admiring Seboxia’s stratagem.

Though the spiritual energy form sounded simple enough, it was a difficult feat to manage.

As its name suggested, the feat was to gather and condense one’s spiritual energy through spells and immense binding force into a spiritual body so realistic that it could hardly be discerned with one’s spiritual sense.

One usually needed specific magical items and arcane arrays to attain such mastery.

It would require sophisticated control of their faculties if one were to forcibly gather their spiritual and mental energies.

To an old demon like Seboxia, who had lived for over two millennia, his current manifestation was only a partial mirage directed by his mental energy.

The woman, on the other hand, even had distinct eyelashes; she looked no different from an ordinary human being. The contrast between the two was jarring.

“Are you sure we can control this cultivator, Seboxia?” Jonathan said, rather apprehensive. “We might end up dead if we let it out and become careless with it.”

“Impossible.” Seboxia pressed his hands together before his chest. “From the ancient manuscripts of the West Region, I have a pact that you and it can sign, which would prevent it from causing any trouble.”

Another pact?

Jonathan grimaced at Seboxia’s words.

He always seems to have a trick up his sleeve.

Ever since the coffin entered his elixir field, his fate was firmly in Seboxia’s grasp.

It was not out of kindness that Seboxia had not acted against him but because Jonathan was still of some use.

Now, Seboxia wants me and that ancient cultivator to sign a treaty. From the surface, it looks like I have taken on a powerful ally out of the blue. However, Seboxia can threaten the cultivator with my life, thus achieving his goal of taking control of it.

Jonathan gazed glumly at Seboxia.

This is a request I do not dare agree to.

As Seboxia did not keep his voice down when he spoke, the woman arrived weightlessly before Jonathan with the slightest of exertions.

“Sign a pact with me?”

The woman scanned Jonathan up and down before scoffing.

“A middle phase God Realm cultivator like him is not worthy. However, I am a little curious about who you really are.”

The woman grabbed hold of Jonathan. Without warning, she plunged her right hand into his elixir field.

Thud!

Following the thud, she dragged a massive coffin out of his elixir field.

It was Seboxia’s coffin.

Jonathan’s eyes widened as he gazed at the coffin.

From the day the item entered his body, he had been wanting to get it out.

He had exhausted every possible way to do so and failed, yet the woman had accomplished it so easily.

All Jonathan was thinking about at that moment was to flee.

Suddenly, the coffin did not bear a trace of damage. Instead, it exuded an aura of renewed vitality.

“Pryncyp of Life?”

The woman gaped in disbelief as she sensed the change in the ancient casket.

“I can’t believe I witnessed one of the four Great Pryncyps here. Seboxia, was it? When I regain my powers upon getting out of here, I will ensure your path ahead lies unobstructed. You will serve me, and the world will be yours for the taking.”

As she spoke, she braced her hands on the coffin lid, and spiritual energy from all over her body poured forth.

Seboxia stood before Jonathan and partially obstructed the woman. His gaze remained calm.

Hum!

A low chant reverberated throughout the cave.

Jonathan glanced nervously at the walls surrounding them. Behind the lotuses carved in the stone, figures were materializing from the flickering light, one after another.

He counted them and found that there were eighteen of them in total.

The chants were coming from the silhouettes on the wall.

Meanwhile, atop the wall, eighteen lotuses shone. Like real lotuses, every petal seemed to sway with a non-existent breeze.

Streaks of indecipherable runes rose from the center of each lotus, turning into chains as they wrapped around the stone cage hovering in midair.

An outpouring of cracks appeared all over the body of the woman, who was materialized from spiritual energy.

As Jonathan gaped at her terrifying appearance, Seboxia’s voice sounded in his ear.

“Prepare to join forces with me to kill this demon, Jonathan! If we don’t, we’ll die here!”