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

A silver sword beam lingered around Luo Qingchen's body. His figure escaped out of the residence, and his majestic mental power and Qi Blood intertwined, galloping like lightning behind the clouds.

The burly coachman, Zhu Shan, accompanied him out of Qingzhou. When he was happy, Zhu Shan was still around. When he was disappointed, Zhu Shan was still around.

But this time, Zhu Shan might really be gone.

Today, he did not see Zhu Shan. He thought that the coachman was busy with something. Usually, when he did not need the service, Zhu Shan could move freely.

Luo Qingchen still remembered that Zhu Shan had a lover who he met at the Falling Flower Pavilion in Lin'an Prefecture every seven days.

He thought that Zhu Shan was not in the residence and might have gone to find that lover to release his pressure.

Severing My Dao Heart Today, Never Pursuing the Great Dao Again