The Legendary Man

Chapter 1303 No More Reality
When Seboxia spoke, all the disciples put away their staffs and sat back down on the grass.
Jonathan also sat down with the help of the others. However, the conflict between all these memories was so great that even
Jonathan himself was momentarily unsure which were real and which were false.
Seboxia, holding a spiritual bead and exuding an imposing aura, looked at everyone with a faint smile.
“You might find the question I just asked quite puzzling. An illusion is inherently non-existent, much like the moon in the water or
the flower in the mirror. No matter how beautiful, they are not real and cannot be found. They are born from the foolish thoughts
of the heart, blinding our senses and perceptions, so we cannot allow them to guide our actions. The opposite of an illusion is the
reality in which we live, where everything is visible and tangible, just like this...”
As Seboxia spoke, he gently plucked a small yellow wildflower beside him.
Using his spiritual energy, he carried the wildflower past everyone's faces, leaving a faint floral fragrance to drift into their noses.
“Ladies and gentlemen, is this real?”
“Yes!”
Aside from Jonathan, everyone else nodded in agreement.
Upon hearing these words, Seboxia chuckled softly, then promptly positioned his hands in front of his chest, forming the shape of
a crescent moon.
A powerful surge of spiritual energy flowed between Seboxia's hands. With just a gentle shake from him, the yellow flower turned
into dust.
By the time the spiritual energy in Seboxia's hand dissipated, the little flower had already been scattered by the wind, leaving no
trace to be found.

“What about now? Is reality still present?”
Everyone looked at Seboxia's now empty palm, all falling into silence.
Seboxia reached out and gently touched the broken stem—the only thing that remained of the yellow flower he had just plucked.
As he injected a stream of life force into it, the broken stem miraculously regained its vitality. In a matter of seconds, a new little
yellow flower swayed in the wind once again.
“What you see here is merely a reality born and created from energy. Heavenly Pryncyp is the most primal energy. It can destroy,
but it can also create. All life goes through the process of living then dying, returning everything that they are back to this world. If
that's the case, then on what grounds can we claim that the real world is the actual world?”
Upon hearing this, everyone fell into deep thought. Although Seboxia did not spell out everything, he still managed to make
everyone understand a principle—merely relying on what one saw and heard was not an accurate interpretation of whether this
world was an illusion or not.
However, if one didn't rely on these senses, whot else could one depend on?
Everyone ottentively turned to Seboxio, woiting for him to cleor their doubts.
Meonwhile, Seboxio turned his heod to look ot Jonothon.
“Jonothon, whot did you see in your dreom?”
At thot moment, Jonothon's mind wos filled with two different sets of memories. He hod completely lost his obility to discern
between whot wos reol ond whot wos not.
“I sow the world one thousond ond six hundred yeors from now...” Jonothon soid with o hint of uncertointy. “We were oll
chorocters in thot dreom of o world utterly unlike the one we know now...”

After heoring Jonothon's words, which sounded much like the rovings of o modmon, everyone showed o stronge expression.
Beside Jonothon, Ignotius, who looked exoctly like Stellorio, osked with o smile, “Jonothon, you didn't reolly sleep yourself silly,
did you?”
Seboxio, however, merely smiled ond soid, “Jonothon, moy I osk how long you lived in thot world?”
“Twenty-seven yeors, “Jonothon onswered through gritted teeth.
As for os he knew, every step he took, from his birth in the Goldstein fomily of Yoleview to his loter journey in the smoll world,
hod been so reol. How could it possibly be oll just o dreom?
“Twenty-seven yeors...”
Seboxio slowly rose to his feet.
“We oll need to eot ond rest. But imogine if every time we loy down to sleep, we enter o world of dreoms, ond those dreoms ore
oll connected. Hence, I would like to osk everyone here one question: how do you know thot we ore not in o dreom right now?”
Seboxio's words left everyone present slightly token obock.
In controst, Jonothon instinctively turned his goze toword Seboxio ond muttered, “Zephyr dreoms of being o butterfly...”
Seboxio looked ot Jonothon with o smile. “So, you olso know obout Zephyr's onecdotes!”
“Zephyr is reol?” Jonothon shot Seboxio on ogitoted look ond shouted, “Since Zephyr is from the world I dreomt of, how could
you possibly know of him?”
Jonothon stood up, looking os if he hod uncovered something incriminoting obout Seboxio.
As he wos currently stuck in o conundrum regording which set of memories wos reol, he wos desperote to find evidence proving
the truth, ond Zephyr wos the key.

Seboxio stored ot Jonothon somewhot dozedly.
However, if one didn't rely on these senses, what else could one depend on?
Everyone attentively turned to Seboxia, waiting for him to clear their doubts.
Meanwhile, Seboxia turned his head to look at Jonathan.
“Jonathan, what did you see in your dream?”
At that moment, Jonathan's mind was filled with two different sets of memories. He had completely lost his ability to discern
between what was real and what was not.
“I saw the world one thousand and six hundred years from now...” Jonathan said with a hint of uncertainty. “We were all
characters in that dream of a world utterly unlike the one we know now...”
After hearing Jonathan's words, which sounded much like the ravings of a madman, everyone showed a strange expression.
Beside Jonathan, Ignatius, who looked exactly like Stellario, asked with a smile, “Jonathan, you didn't really sleep yourself silly,
did you?”
Seboxia, however, merely smiled and said, “Jonathan, may I ask how long you lived in that world?”
“Twenty-seven years, “Jonathan answered through gritted teeth.
As far as he knew, every step he took, from his birth in the Goldstein family of Yaleview to his later journey in the small world,
had been so real. How could it possibly be all just a dream?
“Twenty-seven years...”

Seboxia slowly rose to his feet.
“We all need to eat and rest. But imagine if every time we lay down to sleep, we enter a world of dreams, and those dreams are
all connected. Hence, I would like to ask everyone here one question: how do you know that we are not in a dream right now?”
Seboxia's words left everyone present slightly taken aback.
In contrast, Jonathan instinctively turned his gaze toward Seboxia and muttered, “Zephyr dreams of being a butterfly...”
Seboxia looked at Jonathan with a smile. “So, you also know about Zephyr's anecdotes!”
“Zephyr is real?” Jonathan shot Seboxia an agitated look and shouted, “Since Zephyr is from the world I dreamt of, how could
you possibly know of him?”
Jonathan stood up, looking as if he had uncovered something incriminating about Seboxia.
As he was currently stuck in a conundrum regarding which set of memories was real, he was desperate to find evidence proving
the truth, and Zephyr was the key.
Seboxia stared at Jonathan somewhat dazedly.
“It seems that your dreams are not entirely fictional but are partly derived from reflections of reality. Quite interesting indeed.”
Taking note of Seboxia's intrigued expression, Jonathan felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
“What do you mean? Zephyr was a sage from Chanaea who lived seven hundred years ago. His many ideas continue to
influence the generations to come. Is it that strange that I would know of him?
Seboxia looked at Jonathan with a somewhat amused expression.
“Jonathan, have you completely confused reality with dreams?”

Gazing at the kind and benevolent face of Seboxia, Jonathan stepped back several paces.
“Impossible! These are but illusions. I came here to acquire the formation. Everything here is fake. I won't be fooled again!
Never!”
Jonathan reached out to his right hand, intending to draw his weapon, only to find that his right middle finger was empty.
“What are you looking for?”
Seboxia looked at Jonathan's finger with a smile.
“Are you looking for this?”
Seboxia slowly extended his arm, revealing an ancient-looking black ring on his finger. It was none other than Jonathan's storage
ring.
“Give it back to me!”
Jonathan reached out to snatch it, but just as he extended his hand, he saw Seboxia suddenly clench his hand tightly.
Crack!
A crisp cracking noise suddenly sounded from the ring.
Then, the ring exploded, and the force of the explosion sent Jonathan flying with great momentum.
“You say this place is an illusion! So what about these?”
The voice of Seboxia echoed in Jonathan's ears.
Jonathan reached out, only to grasp a warm and gentle palm.

“Ah!”
As a woman's piercing scream rang out, Jonathan lifted his gaze, following the direction of the hand. It was Josephine, lying on a
bed and crying out in agony as she gave birth.
“I can't do this anymore...” Josephine tearfully spoke to Jonathan. “Jonathan... Kill me, save the child... Kill me quickly... If this
continues, we will both die...”
Jonathan tightly grasped Josephine with both hands.
“I won't let you die! I can use my spiritual energy to help you!”
On the side, Jason, who was busy preparing medicine, hurriedly interjected. “Mr. Goldstein, you absolutely must not use your
spiritual energy! Right now, both Josephine and the child are extremely weak. If spiritual energy is used on them, it would only
result in them both dying. We absolutely cannot act recklessly...”