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

However, An Le was still smiling. He raised his head and looked past the red lanterns hanging on the railing of the high floor of the pavilion.

There, a man in plain clothes stood upright and looked down at An Le.

"Aunt Xuan, please let Master An come up."

The man spoke, his voice drifting over.

The smile on Aunt Xuan's face remained. She sighed softly and turned to An Le. "Young Master An, please."

There was less enthusiasm in her words.

An Le followed the woman called Aunt Xuan all the way up the ladder. The Falling Flower Pavilion immediately became a little quiet. Many gazes followed An Le and Aunt Xuan's movements.

At this moment, many people's hearts were already in turmoil. After the change in the Little Sacred Ranking today, An Le jumped from 18th place to 16th place.

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