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

Accompanied by the zither music, Ximen Qiuhua's mind seemed to be boiling. He closed his eyes and was intoxicated by the zither music. His face was filled with killing intent, and the room was filled with sonorous sounds.

In the space between Ximen Qiuhua's brows, a Primordial Spirit condensed. The moment the Primordial Spirit was completely formed,

Like a torrential rain, it exploded.

Eighteen consecutive bangs exploded into eighteen rain pits.

An Le's mind withdrew, and the sound of the zither still lingered in his ears, like the trampling of barbarian cavalry.

Sometimes, music was quite moving and could stimulate special emotions. It was where emotions were vented and spread.

Ximen Qiuhua's mental technique was related to music. With his comprehension of music, his Primordial Spirit could become stronger.

Five Killer Tunes Dao Fruit, Demon Subduing Fierce Monk's Killing Intent (2)