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 Literary Monument could gather literary courage or condense righteousness. If he could do these two, his future would be limitless!

An Le left the Heart Questioning Forest. His white clothes were as white as snow, and the Green Mountain and Ink Pool Sword at his waist trembled slightly. It was as if there was a high sword cry that swayed in the surroundings, attracting the sharpness of the bamboo leaves.

The sky was connected to the clouds, and the clouds were connected to the dawn fog. The galaxy was about to turn into a thousand sails.

An Le's white clothes shone brightly, and his palm landed on the hilt of his sword, suppressing the restless Green Mountain and Ink Pool Sword.

The pavilion stood quietly under the stars in the sky and appeared in the depths of the bamboo sea.

The starlight reflected on the Literary Monument seemed to attract the stars in the sky.

Green Mountain Sword Drinks the Righteousness, Viewing the Age in the Literary Monument (2)