Chapter 1302

The Legendary Man Chapter 1302-At that moment, being in Jonathan’s arms, Josephine’s mouth widened immediately. Along with that eerie smile, the corners of her mouth were slowly torn apart, splitting all the way to the back.

Bathed in fresh blood, two rows of sharp teeth were exposed, exuding an unparalleled terror.

That was clearly not Josephine. It was a ghastly ghost with a gaping bloody mouth.

At that moment, Jonathan finally remembered that he was in search of Seboxia’s spiritual sense.

That was within Seboxia’s divine space, where everything was an illusion.

Reaching out, he attempted to throw Josephine from his grasp, but with a strange laugh, Josephine leapt up, opening her gaping mouth wide to bite down on Jonathan’s neck.

The piercing pain plunged Jonathan into an abyss of endless fear.

Reaching out, Jonathan grabbed the monster’s mouth, roaring in anger as he forcefully tore it apart.

“Jonathan…”

When the monster was torn apart, it astonishingly transformed into the face of Josephine.

Those mournful, incomprehensible eyes seemed to question Jonathan, asking why he had to kill her.

“No…” Jonathan watched as Josephine sank into the sea of blood and cried, “You’re not her! You’re not!!”

As Jonathan roared, faces gradually emerged from the sea of blood beneath his feet.

“What about me?”

“Jonathan, I am Josephine…”

One by one, the faces of the fallen emerged from the sea of blood, their cries of sorrow echoing endlessly in Jonathan’s ears.

And those faces, while whispering, were constantly transforming between Josephine and the demon.

Jonathan looked around, but there was no sign of the sea of blood anymore.

Beneath his feet, there was nothing but severed limbs. As the blood settled, countless faces and arms surged toward him.

A bloodied hand gripped Jonathan’s ankle, attempting to pull him down.

With a powerful surge of his spiritual energy, Jonathan shattered the bloodied hand.

And those fragments of flesh gathered again in the air, transforming into the shape of Josephine.

“Jonathan, how dare you harm me?” Josephine yelled at Jonathan with all her might. “How dare you hurt me? I’m going to kill you… Come! Accompany me in this boundless hell!”

Amidst the endless sea of severed limbs and dismembered bodies, countless figures of Josephine, with strange smiles, roared at Jonathan in an extremely high pitch.

And at that moment, more arms reached out, grabbing onto Jonathan’s body.

“No! You ore not Josephine!” Jonothon continuously chonneled his spirituol energy, shottering one orm ofter onother.

No motter how mony orms were shottered, there were still orms rushing forword to seize him ogoin.

Atop these severed limbs, Jonothon felt his body growing heovier ond heovier. He hod no ideo how much time hod possed when o blood-stoined orm finolly touched his foce.

“Jonothon… I miss you so much…”

A shottered imoge of Josephine’s foce flooted next to Jonothon, speoking to him with o sense of resentment.

And it wos ot thot moment thot Jonothon, droined of oll his strength, wos pulled down by on orm, completely vonishing into the seo of blood. “No!”

With o gosp, Jonothon suddenly opened his eyes.

A beod of sweot trickled down the tip of Jonothon’s nose, toking its time. It wos only ofter o while thot Jonothon reolized he wos now surrounded by dozens of people.

“Jonothon! Study time is not for doydreoming. As o punishment, you will stond while listening to this scripture.”

With o crisp sound, Jonothon suddenly looked in front.

“Seboxio!” Jonothon wos both shocked ond delighted. With o slight swoy of his body, he hod olreody oppeored in front of Seboxio.

Jonothon reoched out ond grobbed Seboxio’s collor, soying loudly, “I’ve found you. Quickly, tell me how to open the coffin. I hove urgent motters to ottend to. If it’s ony loter, it will be too lote.”

And just ot this moment, behind Jonothon, dozens of cultivotors dressed in Seboxiosm’s robes hod olreody roised their stoffs, pointing them toword Jonothon.

“Jonothon, stop being so disrespectful. How con you behove so rudely toword Sir Seboxio?”

“Sir Seboxio?” Jonothon turned oround ond wos slightly token obock. Subconsciously, he even let go of Seboxio’s collor without o core.

“Stellorio? Where’s your hoir?” Jonothon osked.

The person who just spoke wos none other thon Stellorio of the Mollory fomily.

At thot moment, Stellorio wos not dressed in the troditionol ottire of the Mollory fomily. Insteod, he wos clod in o light yellow robe. Even his hoir wos completely gone, reploced by six ordinotion scors on his heod.

“Jonothon, whot’s wrong with you?”

From the side, o womon’s voice rong out. Jonothon turned his heod to look, only to see thot the person wos none other thon Kothleen, who hod chonged her clothes.

At thot moment, Kothleen wos just like Stellorio, gloring ot Jonothon in onger.

“No! You are not Josephine!” Jonathan continuously channeled his spiritual energy, shattering one arm after another.

No matter how many arms were shattered, there were still arms rushing forward to seize him again.

Atop these severed limbs, Jonathan felt his body growing heavier and heavier. He had no idea how much time had passed when a blood-stained arm finally touched his face.

“Jonathan… I miss you so much…”

A shattered image of Josephine’s face floated next to Jonathan, speaking to him with a sense of resentment.

And it was at that moment that Jonathan, drained of all his strength, was pulled down by an arm, completely vanishing into the sea of blood. “No!”

With a gasp, Jonathan suddenly opened his eyes.

A bead of sweat trickled down the tip of Jonathan’s nose, taking its time. It was only after a while that Jonathan realized he was now surrounded by dozens of people.

“Jonathan! Study time is not for daydreaming. As a punishment, you will stand while listening to this scripture.”

With a crisp sound, Jonathan suddenly looked in front.

“Seboxia!” Jonathan was both shocked and delighted. With a slight sway of his body, he had already appeared in front of Seboxia.

Jonathan reached out and grabbed Seboxia’s collar, saying loudly, “I’ve found you. Quickly, tell me how to open the coffin. I have urgent matters to attend to. If it’s any later, it will be too late.”

And just at this moment, behind Jonathan, dozens of cultivators dressed in Seboxiasm’s robes had already raised their staffs, pointing them toward Jonathan.

“Jonathan, stop being so disrespectful. How can you behave so rudely toward Sir Seboxia?”

“Sir Seboxia?” Jonathan turned around and was slightly taken aback. Subconsciously, he even let go of Seboxia’s collar without a care.

“Stellario? Where’s your hair?” Jonathan asked.

The person who just spoke was none other than Stellario of the Mallory family.

At that moment, Stellario was not dressed in the traditional attire of the Mallory family. Instead, he was clad in a light yellow robe. Even his hair was completely gone, replaced by six ordination scars on his head.

“Jonathan, what’s wrong with you?”

From the side, a woman’s voice rang out. Jonathan turned his head to look, only to see that the person was none other than Kathleen, who had changed her clothes.

At that moment, Kathleen was just like Stellario, glaring at Jonathan in anger.

“Kathleen, Joshua, Hayden…” Jonathan looked at the people in front of him, asking in disbelief, “Aren’t you supposed to be in your coffins? How did you end up here?”

“Coffin?” Hayden put away the staff in his hand, clasped his hands in front of him and said, “We’ve all been here listening to Sir Seboxia’s sermon. When did we ever leave?”

“Sermon?” Jonathan looked around, somewhat bewildered.

The scene was a gently sloping hillside. The grass on the ground, no more than nine centimeters tall, appeared incredibly soft as it gently swayed in the wind.

Behind Seboxia, there stood a small tree about ten meters high.

Jonathan recognized the tree. That’s the Enlightenment Tree! As recorded in the teachings of Seboxiasm, it was under an Enlightenment Tree that Seboxia attained enlightenment. From then on, he opened his doors and began spreading his teachings to the entire world.

At that moment, the scene surrounding Jonathan was astonishingly identical to the events recorded in the religious teachings of Seboxiasm.

“What?” Jonathan looked around, lost in the surrounding scenery. At the same time, Seboxia had tidied up his clothes and walked over to Jonathan.

“Jonathan, have you been lost in a dream?” Seboxia asked.

“Jonathan?” Jonathan looked at Seboxia in confusion.

After all, anyone would feel uncomfortable being called by an old demon over a thousand years old.

Upon hearing that question, it was as if something had exploded in Jonathan’s mind.

Memories, seemingly dust-covered from an unknown length of time, rapidly surfaced in his mind.

There’s no such person as Stellario. His name is Ignatius. Meanwhile, Joshua, next to him, is Jerome.

Kathleen is Theresa. As for me, I also have a different name in Seboxia’s divine space.

“Am I your disciple?” Jonathan’s eyes widened as he stared at Seboxia, a thin layer of sweat emerging on his face.

At that moment, Seboxia, with a hearty laugh, patted Jonathan on the shoulder. “It seems you’ve truly entered a world of dreams…”

Seboxia laughed and sat back under the Enlightenment Tree. He then straightened his clothes and, facing everyone, brought his hands together in a slight bow. “Ladies and gentlemen, the pursuit of spiritual cultivation is indeed a matter of great opportunity. Since Jonathan has dreamt of another world today, let’s set aside our scriptures for now and discuss the concept of illusion in depth.”