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

As the wine and dance were accompanied by hundreds of falling flowers, the shadow of the golden hairpin fell into the silver lamp.

The dance in Falling Flower Pavilion was peaceful and beautiful.

An Le held the old yellow wine in his hand. His white clothes and wide sleeves were filled with the spring breeze, and his cool hair was draped over his shoulders. He looked at the Falling Flower Pavilion under the starry night sky.

He had naturally heard of this most famous place in Lin'an Prefecture, but he had never stepped foot in it.

The flower boat on the West Lake was also a place of fireworks, but compared to the Falling Flower Pavilion, it paled in comparison. Be it extravagant or luxurious, it was far inferior.

If not for Fairy Yun Rou's presence on the West Lake Flower Boat, it would not have attracted so many scholars.

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