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

When he returned from thousands of miles away, his face became less and less beautiful. When he smiled, there was still the fragrance of plum blossoms.

An Le held the oil-paper umbrella and returned to the courtyard, his heart calm.

Although he had defeated the former 18th place of the Little Sacred Ranking, Wang Qinhe, in a crushing manner, he did not feel proud.

The spring rain pattered down in the alley and echoed in the courtyard. It was quite crisp and sobering.

With a flick of his finger, the Ink Pool Sword and Green Mountain rushed out and stabbed into the tree hole of the old locust tree with familiarity and precision. They did not hurt the other bark of the old locust tree at all, causing the leaves of the old locust tree to tremble slightly.

An Le put away the oil-paper umbrella, drained the water, and placed it aside.

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