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

At the entrance of Qingbo Street, it was silent.

At some point, the figures walking hurriedly on the long street disappeared without a trace, as if they had been deliberately cleared.

The burly coachman stood on the shaft of the carriage and held his saber as he bowed to An Le.

There was no killing intent in the atmosphere. Instead, there was a hint of helplessness.

An Le held the yellow wine and beef and looked indifferently at the coachman who was bathed in starlight and carrying a knife at night. He frowned slightly.

He looked at the carriage behind the coachman. "Luo Qingchen wants to kill me? Is he in the carriage?"

The burly coachman, Zhu Shan, looked up with a bitter expression. "Young Master An, don't worry. Sir is not in the carriage."

"He doesn't know about my visit either."

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