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 woman had never thought that a person could change so much.

She vaguely remembered the handsome young man who had appeared in the small courtyard under the lead of the constable of the Black Office, Huang Xian. At that time, the young man had just stepped into cultivation and his aura was as weak as a firefly.

Now that she looked at it again, the Qi Blood on the young man's body was so majestic that it was like boiling mountain flames. His mental power was like a divine sword that had just been unsheathed, faintly revealing a cold sword qi.

Although she was unable to determine the exact cultivation level, this oppressive pressure meant that the young man's cultivation level was no longer the same as before.

Prejudice Is Like Evil Demons, Young Man Stepping Into the Third Realm of Body Tempering