The Legendary Man novel Chapter 549

Chapter 549 Thousands Of Years Of Inheritance

At Prima Majestica, Jonathan stood on a boulder overlooking the sight beneath him. The spiritual energy within his body flowed relentlessly into his eyes, glowing and spiraling inside his pupils. Yet, no matter how hard Jonathan tried, he could not see through the clouds and mist obscuring the valley beneath him.

His spiritual sense that had always worked was useless at that time. With his current cultivation level, his spiritual sense could cover a distance of up to a hundred meters.

If he shaped his spiritual sense into a thin line to conduct a rough search, the coverage would extend up to five hundred meters. Yet, Jonathan’s spiritual sense couldn’t reach more than fifty meters into the valley despite putting in all his might.

That feeling was like dropping a rope over a cliff. It unraveled when it reached a certain level, and every strand drifted in the wind.

Jonathan felt as though his spiritual sense was split into uncountable strands. His consciousness started blurring around the edges after a few breaths. Realizing his situation in time, he swiftly retracted his spiritual sense.

Sofus’ brows slightly furrowed as he watched from the side. “You should be able to sense the abnormality below,” Sofus said with concern. He then pointed at the other two peaks of Summerbank Mountain amidst the clouds and mist.

“Mr. Goldstein, look at the two peaks there. The three main peaks of Summerbank Mountain are Prima Majestica, where we’re standing now, Cloudview Pinnacle in the southeast, and Buxlow Summit in the northeast. The valleys between these three peaks with thick mists shrouded over them are the Summerbank Abyss that we, the Phoebus Sect, have protected for generations.”

“Phoebus Sect?” Jonathan turned to Sofus with curiosity. “I thought your sect is Triplex Manifesta?”

Sofus shook his head softly. “Triplex Manifesta is the name of the temple structure behind us. That temple was there three centuries ago. I’m part of the Phoebus Sect. The sect has over two thousand years of history, and I’m the fifty-seventh generation.”

Jonathan was surprised by Sofus’ words. Even though those prominent and respectable families may deem themselves The Untouchables, many of them only have hundreds of years of history. Only a handful of respectable families out there have a thousand-year-long history. Yet, the Phoebus Sect already has fifty-seven generations. It has over two thousand years of history. That’s unexpected for an inconspicuous sect like this.

The glint in Jonathan’s eyes continued to spiral until he dispersed the spiritual energy. “Not sure if I can ask this. The Phoebus Sect has been watching over the Summerbank Abyss for over two thousand years. There must be a reason behind it. Will you be willing to tell me, Mr. Windt?”

Hearing Jonathan’s question, Sofus shook his head. “I don’t know. Even though I’m the head of the sect, I’m clueless about the secret behind the Summerbank Abyss.”

Sofus sighed as he looked at the foggy mountain beneath him.

“From the sect’s ancient books and records handed down by our previous sages, I can assume the former heads of the sect earlier than five hundred years ago are aware of the Summerbank Abyss’ secret. The secret was passed down through word of mouth from one leader to the next.

Unfortunately, one of the Phoebus Sect’s leaders passed away in an accident five hundred years ago, breaking that trail. The only information we have on the Summerbank Abyss is it is an important place. We don’t know about the rest.”

Sofus turned to Jonathan as he spoke. “The Phoebus Sect should be the one to solve your problem, since you have won the bid, Mr. Goldstein. Alas, I can’t be of help to you regarding the pill you’re searching for, but it’s not totally hopeless yet.”

Jonathan was ready to leave empty-handed when he heard there was no pill, but Sofus’ words gave him hope.

“Do you have any solution? Please do tell,” Jonathan urged.

Without any intention to hide any facts, Sofus whirled around to face Jonathan and bowed with his hands clasped.

“I wish to enter the Summerbank Abyss with you to search for my master, Mr. Goldstein. If I can find him, regardless of whether he’s alive or dead, the pill is yours.”

Enter the Summerbank Abyss?

Sofus’ words baffled Jonathan.

Jonathan looked over his shoulder at the clouds and mist below and frowned.

“What is your master’s cultivation level, Mr. Windt?”