Li Hongtian

Just now, a female sword immortal flew past you on her sword, and you looked up. You caught a glimpse of the female sword immortal from a hundred years ago who slew a demon dragon in the Boundless Eastern Sea. She was at the pinnacle of her power in the mortal realm, and you felt something in your heart, condensing the essence of time into the technique of "Dragon Slayer."
Just now, an old beggar passed by you, and you glanced at him. You caught a glimpse of the old beggar from three hundred years ago who knocked on the tightly closed gates of heaven with his dog-beating stick, laughing at the immortals in the sky. You condensed the essence of time into the technique of "God Beater."
Just now, a scholar asked you for a sip of wine, and you squinted at him. You observed the scholar from five hundred years ago who studied the sword by lamplight at night, dressed in white. On the battlefield at the border, he decapitated countless members of the enemy race, his aura engulfing the vast land like a ferocious beast. You condensed the essence of time into the technique of "Enduring Spirit."
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An Le traveled through time to this chaotic world, where life was fragile and worthless.
Fortunately, An Le could see the past experiences of others, whether glorious, sorrowful, or helpless, and then condense them into the essence of time to make himself stronger.
As a young practitioner, he cultivated his spirit and accumulated the essence of time.
With a calm and peaceful heart, he quietly knocked on the door of cultivation, peacefully becoming a sage.

Becoming a Sage Starts From Condensing the Essence of Time

Fourth Master Lin's words were filled with anticipation. His gaze landed on An Le, and it was bright.

In fact, these words were rather rude and even a little provocative, but Fourth Master Lin asked rather sincerely.

Xi Xiang stood quietly at the side and did not dare to say anything. She did not expect Fourth Master to say this.

An Le was stunned for a moment before he understood the meaning behind Fourth Master Lin's words. His gaze turned and landed on the black horse in the distance that was basking in the warm spring sun.

The Daoli horse was pitch-black and had a long and narrow mane. It raised its rough horse neck and just by walking in the grass, it seemed to have Qi Blood surging. Its eyes were bright, and the muscles on its stretched horse body were knotted, containing surging strength.

The sunlight shone on its black fur and sparkled. It was indeed a handsome horse.

The Young Man Draws the Wild Horse With Ink, Cleansing the Eternal Sense of Emptiness