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

Spring had already returned. There was no wind or rain.

An Le did not sleep the entire night, but he felt extremely energetic. His Spirit Refinement Shedding Mortality Realm made him energetic.

After painting for a night, he drew bamboo casually. He used the pride in the bamboo pole and the sharpness of the bamboo leaves to nourish the Sword Furnace between his eyebrows and gradually calm it down.

The commotion from yesterday had already ended, and An Le was not too affected. Luo Qingchen left Lin'an Prefecture with Zhu Shan's corpse. Whether he was dead or alive had nothing to do with An Le, but he remembered Luo Qingchen's promise.

After washing up, An Le changed into a green robe. Then, he wore the Ink Pool Sword and Green Mountain and left the courtyard.

After eating a bowl of beancurd at the entrance of the alley, he read and strolled towards West Lake as if he was used to it.

Fairy on the Lake, Invitation to Board the Boat