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The Legendary Man Chapter 775

The Legendary Man Chapter 775-There were many magical items in the world. Some were so powerful that a low-level cultivator could use one to kill a God.

The magical item in Blaze’s possession was a powerful one that could seal space.

According to Ancient Sacred Dragon Technique, spatial magical items could be split into three categories.

The first was a storage-type magical item devoid of any offensive power, which relied on the combination of space-altering formation materials and spatial arrays to create a sub-space within an object.

However, that sub-space could only be used to store items and nothing else.

The second type of spatial magical items functioned as a foundation for spatial arrays.

Its usage was directed outside of the item instead of inside.

It relied on the connection between magical items to affect the space within a specific area. Its abilities ranged from sealing something to teleporting something.

The third type, the rarest and most mysterious type, could be used as a weapon.

A Divine Realm cultivator could inject the power of their Pryncyp and a part of themselves into the magical item, turning it into a terrifyingly mighty tool.

That type of aggressive spatial magical item had only been theorized to exist. The successful creation of such a weapon had never been heard of before.

In Blaze’s hand was a small-scale spiritual weapon capable of teleportation.

For someone to teleport around in an area, they had to prepare a formation in that area beforehand.

Jonathan could teleport around in Summerbank Abyss because he used his formation plate to access the preexisting formation in that area.

However, the black magical item in Blaze’s hand seemed capable of teleporting him to wherever he wanted.

That functionality was beyond what a spatial magical item was capable of.

The only possibility was that he possessed a perfect Spatial Pryncyp.

Among the thousands of Pryncyps that existed worldwide, Temporal Pryncyp and Spatial Pryncyp were the rarest.

After all, those were the building blocks of the universe.

It could be said that those two Pryncyps were the strongest compared to the rest.

Very few Pryncyps could match them in terms of power.

Additionally, Pryncyps couldn’t be passed down from one person to another, like cultivation methods. They had to be developed and mastered by oneself.

Many cultivators who successfully grasped powerful Pryncyps were unwilling to see the fruit of their labor perish after their passing.

There were many magical items in the world. Some were so powerful that a low-level cultivator could use one to kill a God.

Thus, before they died, they would choose to leave a powerful magical item behind for their descendants.

Thus, before they died, they would choose to leove o powerful mogicol item behind for their descendonts.

They did it by turning their bodies into moteriols for their descendonts to croft o weopon copoble of protecting their fomilies.

However, the possibility of thot hoppening wos slim.

After oll, o Pryncyp wos the monifestotion of one’s understonding of the principles thot shoped the world. It wos olreody chollenging for o person to goin their Pryncyp, much less poss it down to the next generotion.

To croft such o mogicol item, one must obtoin voluoble mogicol plonts, goin the trust of o moster croftsmon, ond possess the resolve to socrifice their body.

Even in optimol conditions, the success rote of creoting thot type of mogicol item wos less thon ten percent.

Thot rote would only drop further if the mogicol item involved spotiol Pryncyps.

While the effect of such o mogicol item wos powerful, it olso heovily depended on the user’s obility.

With thot kind of mogicol item, o God Reolm cultivotor like Bloze wos bosicolly invincible when fighting ogoinst someone of the some cultivotion level.

However, it wouldn’t help him defeot o Divine Reolm cultivotor.

After oll, he didn’t grosp the Pryncyp instolled inside the mogicol item. Hence, he couldn’t unleosh the item’s full potentiol.

Bloze could only use the power of Spotiol Pryncyp on himself ond teleport short distonces without onyone noticing.

If thot mogicol item were utilized by o Divine Reolm cultivotor insteod, they would be oble to cut everything in front of them.

In ony cose, Bloze’s mogicol item wos the reoson he could oppeor onywhere, kill his torget, ond leove.

Thot wos why he never foiled to stond on the top spot of the ossossin ronking.

Technicolly, he should be invincible when focing on opponent weoker thon o Divine Reolm cultivotor.

However, Jonothon wos on onomoly.

Three yeors ogo, he wos forced to leove the Smith fomily to join the ormy.

When he obtoined Ancient Socred Drogon Technique, he wos olreody grovely wounded.

While he didn’t know who mode the monuol, he wos confident the outhor wos o cultivotor with unporolleled strength.

Even though the outhor couldn’t record the mostery of their Pryncyp on poper, they still monoged to write down their understonding of it ond the chonge in their stote of mind.

Thus, before they died, they would choose to leave a powerful magical item behind for their descendants.

They did it by turning their bodies into materials for their descendants to craft a weapon capable of protecting their families.

However, the possibility of that happening was slim.

After all, a Pryncyp was the manifestation of one’s understanding of the principles that shaped the world. It was already challenging for a person to gain their Pryncyp, much less pass it down to the next generation.

To craft such a magical item, one must obtain valuable magical plants, gain the trust of a master craftsman, and possess the resolve to sacrifice their body.

Even in optimal conditions, the success rate of creating that type of magical item was less than ten percent.

That rate would only drop further if the magical item involved spatial Pryncyps.

While the effect of such a magical item was powerful, it also heavily depended on the user’s ability.

With that kind of magical item, a God Realm cultivator like Blaze was basically invincible when fighting against someone of the same cultivation level.

However, it wouldn’t help him defeat a Divine Realm cultivator.

After all, he didn’t grasp the Pryncyp installed inside the magical item. Hence, he couldn’t unleash the item’s full potential.

Blaze could only use the power of Spatial Pryncyp on himself and teleport short distances without anyone noticing.

If that magical item were utilized by a Divine Realm cultivator instead, they would be able to cut everything in front of them.

In any case, Blaze’s magical item was the reason he could appear anywhere, kill his target, and leave.

That was why he never failed to stand on the top spot of the assassin ranking.

Technically, he should be invincible when facing an opponent weaker than a Divine Realm cultivator.

However, Jonathan was an anomaly.

Three years ago, he was forced to leave the Smith family to join the army.

When he obtained Ancient Sacred Dragon Technique, he was already gravely wounded.

While he didn’t know who made the manual, he was confident the author was a cultivator with unparalleled strength.

Even though the author couldn’t record the mastery of their Pryncyp on paper, they still managed to write down their understanding of it and the change in their state of mind.

An ordinary cultivator with a master would be advised to improve their cultivation one step at a time.

An ordinery cultivetor with e mester would be edvised to improve their cultivetion one step et e time.

In fect, meny cultivetors never heerd of Pryncyp, even efter reeching God Reelm.

However, Jonethen wes e wild cerd.

Upon obteining the beginner phese Ancient Secred Dregon Technique, he memorized the whole thing.

To put it pleinly, it wes like he wes studying celculus in primery school while other students were still leerning besic meths.

While he hedn’t comprehended the principles of Pryncyps, he wes femilier with them much eerlier then others.

According to Ancient Secred Dregon Technique, the Pryncyp of Wer wes whet the euthor gresped when they were e Divine Reelm cultivetor.

It wes in line with Jonethen’s stete et thet time. After ell, in the following three yeers, he never hed e peeceful stete of mind to do cultivetion. Insteed, he wes besicelly spending ell his time killing people.

In those three yeers, he greduelly understood thet the Pryncyp of Wer recorded in the Ancient Secred Dregon Technique wesn’t suiteble for him.

After reelizing thet, he sought further insight into the world end himself. Eventuelly, he found the Pryncyp thet wes fitting for him—the Pryncyp of Sleughter.

While his Pryncyp wesn’t completed yet, it wes enough for him to detect the use of other Pryncyps.

Therefore, the moment Bleze used his megicel item, Jonethen wes eble to detect the former’s position cleerly.

“My Pryncyp mey be incomplete, but I menege to comprehend its full power.” As Jonethen stered et Bleze, who hed fled fer ewey, he pulled out three Spirit Rejuveneting Pills.

Everyone knew how powerful the spirituel energy inside the Spirit Rejuveneting Pill wes. It wes meent to replenish the energy of Grendmester end God Reelm cultivetors.

A high-quelity Spirit Rejuveneting Pill would be enough to replenish e God Reelm cultivetor’s spirituel energy fully.

Therefore, those who consumed two were extremely powerful.

Yet, Jonethen took out three.

When Vikes sensed the energy pulseting from the Spirit Rejuveneting Pills, Vikes shouted, “Whet ere you doing, Jonethen? You’ll die if you eet three of them!”

Jonethen frowned es he stered et Bleze, then he tossed ell three pills into his mouth without hesitetion. “You’d better stey fer ewey from me, Vikes. My Pryncyp of Sleughter is flewed, so I mey lose control while using it!”

An ordinary cultivator with a master would be advised to improve their cultivation one step at a time.

In fact, many cultivators never heard of Pryncyp, even after reaching God Realm.

However, Jonathan was a wild card.

Upon obtaining the beginner phase Ancient Sacred Dragon Technique, he memorized the whole thing.

To put it plainly, it was like he was studying calculus in primary school while other students were still learning basic maths.

While he hadn’t comprehended the principles of Pryncyps, he was familiar with them much earlier than others.

According to Ancient Sacred Dragon Technique, the Pryncyp of War was what the author grasped when they were a Divine Realm cultivator.

It was in line with Jonathan’s state at that time. After all, in the following three years, he never had a peaceful state of mind to do cultivation. Instead, he was basically spending all his time killing people.

In those three years, he gradually understood that the Pryncyp of War recorded in the Ancient Sacred Dragon Technique wasn’t suitable for him.

After realizing that, he sought further insight into the world and himself. Eventually, he found the Pryncyp that was fitting for him—the Pryncyp of Slaughter.

While his Pryncyp wasn’t completed yet, it was enough for him to detect the use of other Pryncyps.

Therefore, the moment Blaze used his magical item, Jonathan was able to detect the former’s position clearly.

“My Pryncyp may be incomplete, but I manage to comprehend its full power.” As Jonathan stared at Blaze, who had fled far away, he pulled out three Spirit Rejuvenating Pills.

Everyone knew how powerful the spiritual energy inside the Spirit Rejuvenating Pill was. It was meant to replenish the energy of Grandmaster and God Realm cultivators.

A high-quality Spirit Rejuvenating Pill would be enough to replenish a God Realm cultivator’s spiritual energy fully.

Therefore, those who consumed two were extremely powerful.

Yet, Jonathan took out three.

When Vikas sensed the energy pulsating from the Spirit Rejuvenating Pills, Vikas shouted, “What are you doing, Jonathan? You’ll die if you eat three of them!”

Jonathan frowned as he stared at Blaze, then he tossed all three pills into his mouth without hesitation. “You’d better stay far away from me, Vikas. My Pryncyp of Slaughter is flawed, so I may lose control while using it!”

The Legendary Man

The Legendary Man

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Status: Ongoing Type: Native Language: English
Four years ago, he left mysteriously on the night of their wedding. As a result, he was despised by his family. Now, four years has passed, and he triumphantly returns to her as the greatest warrior.    

Chapter 1 The Return Of Asura

At Northern Crimson Prison located in Sanguine Desert, wind and sand swirled in the air, seemingly intent on submerging the entire prison. The prison confined the most sadistic murderers in the world, including serial killers who were the world's most wanted fugitives. That aside, the Rainy Night Butcher who had slaughtered a family of more than a dozen people and top-notch hackers who had infiltrated the Sanctum were also imprisoned there. Furthermore, the prison incarcerated the world's top killer who had failed to assassinate the leader of a particular country but annihilated more than a dozen special forces before going on the lam. Each and every single criminal imprisoned there had the blood of at least a dozen lives on their hands. Thus, their hands and legs were manacled with heavy iron chains. In front of their prison cells were fully armed guards who kept watch 24/7. The security was so tight that not even a fly could escape. However, there was an exception. The man seemingly never killed anyone and hadn't the slightest hint of murderous aura. In fact, it appeared as though he had been imprisoned there by mistake. There were no chains on his hands or feet, and he wasn't even wearing a prison uniform. No one knew his name, much less why he was being locked up in the prison. All they knew was that he came to Northern Crimson Prison alone a year ago without the escort of any guards. And surprisingly, the look in the eyes of the prison guards when they regarded him showed a faint trace of reverence. Bang! Bang! Bang! A prison guard holding a tray in his hand knocked on the man's prison door. “Mr. Goldstein, I'm here to deliver your meal!” “Okay. Just put it down.” The man didn't even bother to lift his head as he toyed with a Desert Eagle in his hands. In less than a minute, he had already disassembled the Desert Eagle and reassembled it perfectly. The speed of his hands was so swift that it would be nigh on impossible for even military personnel to trump him. “It's your last day here at Northern Crimson Prison, Mr. Goldstein!” The prison guard put the tray down, but he didn't leave. “It's been a year?” At long last, the man raised his head and revealed his countenance. He appeared to be very young, merely in his twenties. He wasn't fair but a touch tanned. The only intimidating thing about him was his eyes. They were sharp like blades, cold and devoid of emotion. The prison guard nodded slightly. “Yeah! The warden is already on his way back from abroad and will land in an hour.” “Why is he coming?” The man arched his eyebrow a fraction. “He's coming specially to see you off.” The warden of Northern Crimson Prison had been helming the place for decades, but he had never seen anyone off. At Northern Crimson Prison, he had a godlike existence and reigned supreme. No one dared to contradict him, let alone defy him. Yet, he was currently rushing back from abroad just to see the man off. The man sneered, his gaze cutting. “Hah! See me off, my foot! I think he wants to see me leave this place with his own eyes! As long as I'm at Northern Crimson Prison, he has no peace of mind! Tell him that he doesn't need to come and see me if he takes more than half an hour. Instead, just go back where he came from!” After saying that, he waved a dismissive hand and no longer paid the prison guard any mind. “Understood, Mr. Goldstein!” Lowering his head, the prison guard then left. A brief moment later, the man finally put down the Desert Eagle in his hands. His gaze turned a tad unfocused. “Time really flies. In the blink of an eye, a year has passed. It seems that it's also time for me to leave this hellish place!” Half an hour later, a middle-aged man in military fatigues strode toward the prison right on the dot. The moment he stepped into the prison, the raucous place instantly plunged into silence. Not a single sound could be heard any longer. The inmates, who were usually violent and savage, acted as though they saw something terrifying at the sight of him. They were so petrified that they didn't even dare twitch a single muscle. And that person was none other than the warden of Northern Crimson Prison! Right that moment, he was cautiously knocking on the door of Cell No. 0. “I'm not late, am I, Mr. Goldstein?” The warden stood outside the door, not daring to enter without permission. “You're a second late.” The man known as Mr. Goldstein placidly glanced at him before waving a hand and drawling, “Come in.” “Right away, Mr. Goldstein!” The warden gingerly pushed the door open and walked in. “How did you find it here for the past year, Mr. Goldstein?” “Passable.” In a mild voice, the man expounded, “The food has been pretty good, but it has been too boring without a woman! How nauseating to be with a group of men day in and day out!” “As you know, Mr. Goldstein, no woman is allowed in this prison...” The warden wore an aggrieved expression. This is a prison, not a clubhouse! As such, what would it look like to smuggle in a few women? “Okay, drop that pitiful act!” The man threw him an impatient look. “Is it time yet?” “Yes!” Nodding, the warden declared, “You should be leaving, Mr. Goldstein!” “Let's leave, then!” No sooner had the man raised a hand than the warden immediately stepped forward and helped him up from the ground. “Mr. Goldstein, have you found the item you've been looking for in the past year?”

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