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 slanting light on the lake shone, and ripples spread out, causing the golden light to shatter.

On a small boat floating in the Jade Water Lake, there was a white-robed young man. He had a wide-sleeved sword and his hair draped over his shoulders. The spirit between his brows surged like waves. The water of the West Lake that had exploded behind him fell into the lake and condensed into a water person. It refracted the light of the setting sun and contained the fluctuations of the Primordial Spirit!

A smile appeared on An Le's lips. His hair could not help but float slightly under the power of his mind. The Green Mountain at his waist hummed softly, and the Ink Pool Sword whistled as it swept across the lake, tearing apart thin ripples.

The third realm of Spirit Refinement, Shedding Mortality, was a realm that transcended mortality and distanced one from ordinary people.

Primordial Spirit Enters the Lake to See the Greater Demon, A Mother's Request (1)