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

First Headmaster Zhu Huoxi shook his head imperceptibly and was speechless in his heart. This Wang Banshan's chess skills… were still as bad as ever.

"Literary courage depends on fate. An Le dared to make such a majestic denunciation of the North Expedition. A mere literary courage is nothing to him. I wonder if he can draw out the righteous qi to strengthen himself."

"The Literary Department has been developing for ten thousand years. Now, there are really fewer and fewer righteous people in the department." Wang Banshan said softly.

He narrowed his eyes and placed a piece down, but as soon as he placed it, he regretted it and wanted to pick it up.

Zhu Huoxi shook his head and quickly placed a white piece down.

"You're the Third Headmaster of the Literary Department. You can't cheat when playing chess." First Headmaster Zhu Huoxi chuckled.

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