The Legendary Man novel Chapter 947

The Legendary Man Chapter 947-“That won’t be necessary,” Vassily said, shaking his head with a smile. “I don’t have much time left.”

Though he could not hear Jokovich, he was aware of what the latter said through his spiritual sense.

“I can no longer see nor hear. Leave me. Let me die here.”

Vassily sat quietly on the mound of soil he had excavated. Extending the reach of his spiritual sense, he savored one final look at the world.

He had never looked at a chip of gravel or a blade of grass so acutely before.

In the mud beneath the ground were motionless insects that did not appear to have survived the winter, but Vassily could feel the frailty of their pulse.

The great cultivator, famed throughout Epea, suddenly felt remorse. He regretted never taking the time to appreciate anything in the world.

Though all he could see at that moment was clearer than his eyes ever could, it no longer had any color.

“If I were a farmer like my father instead of a cultivator, I might be happier than I am now.”

Following the murmur, Vassily’s aura severed abruptly.

Seven beams of spiritual sense fell onto Vassily, searching for signs of life within him.

He no longer had a pulse. In the face of impending death, he did not struggle or lose control.

Instead, he had ended his life, choosing to leave on his own terms to preserve the final shred of dignity befitting a legend.

Jokovich turned to the cultivator who spoke beside him.

“Mr. Vassily has lived under the surveillance of Western Army, has he not? Does he have any kin?”

“No,” the one-eyed cultivator answered with a frown. “According to our records, Mr. Vassily never married, but he did have a brother who passed away a decade ago, leaving behind two nephews at Karaja Castle.”

Jokovich waved lightly, and Vassily’s right arm rose.

The spiritual energy bound at the storage ring on his index finger slipped away, then floated toward the one-eyed cultivator.

“This is Vassily’s final possession. Feel free to look at the treasures within, but please hand this ring over to his nephews. This belongs to them.”

The one-eyed man clenched Vassily’s ring in his fist.

“You have our word. Western Army upholds honor, and we will make sure this gets to them intact.”

Jokovich did not say much else. He lifted Vassily slowly and placed him in the hole he had dug before he died.

The six cultivators looked solemn. All of them placed their right hands on their left shoulders.

Renowned for being a nation of warriors, Remdik’s people held a legendary figure like Vassily in high esteem, even if they did not agree with him.

Vassily’s body continued to disintegrate. On its journey down the pit, his skin began to excrete black poison liquid.

Jokovich and the others raised the soil above and filled the crater so the old man could finally rest.

After they were done, Jokovich turned to regard the six behind him.

“Jonathan has escaped with an extrication technique that is beyond the range of my spiritual sense. We have no means of determining the direction he is headed in. Judging by his tracks, however, he most likely headed south. His purpose in coming to Ballachov was to leave by sneaking into an aircraft. Since he is now aware of the Western Army’s restraining order, he will not hold on to any hope but will instead return to Chanaea. The quickest way is to head south.”

After Jokovich spoke, he turned to leave.

Behind him, the one-eyed cultivator spoke up again.