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

The cold moonlight shone on Lin'an. The stars scattered, and the shadows of the figures and trees were mottled.

Luo Qingchen carried Zhu Shan's corpse and left Lin'an Prefecture. With Li You'an's sword qi turning into a river tide and stopping many experts, he did not encounter much trouble and directly left the city.

Qin Qianqiu wasn't dead, but after tonight, he was destined to become the laughingstock of the entire Lin'an. He was pressed to the ground and beaten up, curled up in the Vajra Bell like an old turtle.

This joke would last for a long time and was used by many Lin'an nobles as a laughingstock. The higher Qin Qianqiu's status was, the longer this laughing stock would last.

For someone as prideful as Qin Qianqiu, such an outcome was worse than killing him.

The Immortals Laugh That I've Grown White Hair