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

Amidst the thunderous clouds, the white rain assaulted the cold.

The sudden spring rain fell into the human world and came suddenly.

However, in the numbered room where An Le was, sword qi filled the universe. The sword qi intertwined as Ink Pool Sword flew over and enveloped the entire numbered room, causing the atmosphere to be like the brilliant sun illuminating the world. It carried a hint of enthusiasm and dispersed the cold of the rainstorm.

An Le's eyes sparkled as he held the brush and wrote on the white scroll. Words that seemed to be filled with emotions jumped out of the brush.

Outside the numbered room, armored soldiers carried sabers at their waists and dutifully endured the rain. The rainwater made white streamers on their cold armor, like a veil.

Determined to Start All Over Again and Regain the Old Land, I Can Pay Homage to the Former Capital of the Empire (1)