Chapter 1369 Temporal Pryncyp
With both hands forming a seal, Jonathan sternly shouted, “Shut!”
No matter how much Jonathan tried to activate the formation, the coffin remained completely still.
Moreover, Jonathan was shocked to discover that it wasn’t just about closing the coffin lid.
All the formations within the entire coffin had completely lost connection with him.
Seboxia transformed and emerged from the coffin, saying softly, “Jonathan, remember the promise you once made to me.”
“Seboxia’s spiritual energy form…”
Jonathan, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, swiftly moved to the side.
Seboxia’s true form once stated that his spiritual energy form was a collection of all the negative emotions he had to cut off in order to break through the Cavoid Realm.
Even if he appeared to be the epitome of tranquility and peace, his origins had already determined that all his spiritual energy forms were fake.
Seboxia’s spiritual energy form stepped out of the coffin, paying no heed to Jonathan. Instead, he slightly bowed toward Alec in the distance.
“I am Seboxia, my friend. I would like to discuss something with you about the teachings of Seboxia.”
As Seboxia spoke, he gently beckoned, summoning the battered and unrecognizable Damoyed to his side.
He delicately reached out, making contact with Damoyed’s form, which seemed to ripple as if it were a mirage, promptly restoring itself to full health.
Jonathan looked at Damoyed, who was slowly opening his eyes.
Upon seeing Seboxia in front of him, he slowly began to speak in a hoarse voice. “Sage, I have sinned…”
Damoyed managed to break free from the spiritual constraints of Seboxia and knelt on the ground.
This leading figure of Seboxiasm, one of the four Divine Realms in the West Region, was now weeping like a child.
Seboxia extended his hand and tenderly caressed Damoyed’s hair, a glimmer of compassion gleaming in his gaze.
“You’ve already done a great job!”
The headquarters of Seboxiasm had been destroyed, and not a single core disciple survived.
Damoyed endured thirty years of torment in the divine space. One can only imagine the terrifying hatred brewing in his heart.
Upon seeing Seboxia himself, Damoyed kneeled down, filled with guilt and self-reproach.
At this very moment, he wished fervently for Seboxia to mete out punishment. Even if it meant being slain on the spot, he wouldn’t resist in the slightest.
In fact, Damoyed might even consider this as a form of liberation for himself.
What he didn’t expect was that Seboxia not only didn’t blame him at all but even treated him with kindness.
He stared at Seboxia, tears slowly filling his gaze. Then, slowly, he knelt down at Seboxia’s feet.
With his head touching the ground, Damoyed spoke in a hoarse voice.
“The thirty-eighth successor of Seboxiasm, Damoyed, also the sect leader, sworn to avenge his fellow disciples…”
Seboxia gently patted Damoyed’s back, the corners of his mouth still adorned with that faint smile.
“One day, everything will ultimately become nothing. In a person’s life, completeness is achieved by being born and surviving until death. Damoyed, I’ve witnessed your diligent work in propagating the teachings. Lift your gaze now and absorb as much as you can. Your advancement will hinge on your own destiny.”
Seboxia brought his hands together in prayer, softly chanting mantras under his breath.
Initially, the sound resembled the faint fluttering of a mosquito’s wings, entering the ear but scarcely audible, rendering it challenging to distinguish.
As time passed, after just a few seconds, the voice of Seboxia echoed like a grand bell, resonating throughout the area.
Although Jonathan couldn’t understand those strange pronunciations, they seemed to carry an inexplicable energy when they reached his ears, enough to soothe all the restlessness within him.
Even his spiritual sense which had been overused and was feeling a sharp pain, began to slowly heal under the soothing influence of this sound.
At this moment, Damoyed also ceased his crying. He sat cross-legged on the ground, chanting the obscure and difficult scriptures along with Seboxia.
“Stop playing tricks!”
With a cold shout, Alec lunged forward, summoning an unknown claw in his hand and thrusting it directly toward Seboxia’s face.
Buzz!
A brilliant golden light erupted in front of Seboxia, sending Alec flying directly outward.
Jonathan stared wide-eyed at the back of Seboxia.
He had seen Alec’s strange weapon clearly just a moment ago.
That must be the sharp claw of some ferocious beast, carrying a very powerful spiritual destruction effect,
Just now, as Seboxia recited the scriptures, it attracted the surrounding spiritual energy. When the sharp claw struck down, ripples had already started to form on it.
Even such a formidable weapon had no effect whatsoever on Seboxia.
He couldn’t figure out how Seboxia’s spiritual energy form without any shield was capable of defending itself.
Jonathan harnessed his spiritual power, concentrating it in his eyes in an attempt to peer through the golden radiance and comprehend Seboxia’s techniques.
However, no matter how hard he tried, his vision couldn’t penetrate even the slightest bit.
Beneath the swirling golden light, something quickly coalesced on Seboxia’s forehead, transforming into a geometrical-shaped rune the size of a small bean.
“Damoyed, use the mental spell to record every fluctuation of my spiritual energy,” Seboxia ordered softly.
The next moment, he transformed into a beam of light, heading toward Alec not far away.
Crack.
With a soft snap, Alec’s arm instantly broke.
Seboxia made his move, each strike carrying the force of thunder, making it difficult for Alec to defend himself.
What was most astonishing was that Alec could instantly heal himself after every injury.
In just the blink of an eye, Alec had already taken dozens of hits from Seboxia. After restoring his body once again, Alec pushed off the ground with all his might, sending himself flying backward for dozens of meters.
Seboxia stood still, giving Alec a cold stare.
“I can’t believe Temporal Pryncyp has emerged again!”
Upon hearing Seboxia’s words, both Jonathan and Damoyed were stunned as they looked toward Alec in the distance.
Before transforming into a spiritual energy form, Seboxia once told Jonathan that the top supreme Pryncyps were life, death, light, and dark.
Back then, Jonathan wondered if time and space weren’t strong Pryncyps.
In some aspects, these two Pryncyps should be the supreme Pryncyps. However, Seboxia said nothing about them both.
The Spatial Pryncyp was currently owned by Blaze from Apocalypse.
Although Blaze had not yet achieved the Divine Realm, he could easily control the laws of space with the help of that mysterious black sphere. Even when he was facing two Divine Realm experts, he could freely come and go with Jonathan.
Seeing how strong Spatial Pryncyp already was, Jonathan speculated that Temporal Pryncyp might be stronger.
Today, Alec finally confirmed Jonathan’s thoughts.
While it remained uncertain how Alec could utilize his Pryncyp within this confined world, observing Alec’s present condition, an undeniable aura of invincibility surrounded him.
Alec slowly rose to his feet, the mist of blood in the air drifting toward him.
As the last wisp of blood mist seeped into Alec’s skin, a cold smirk appeared at the corner of Alec’s mouth.
“Seboxia, you are my elder, and by right, I should not take action against you. However, since you’ve opted for a confrontational approach, do not fault me for not extending respect!”