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

To cultivators, killing intent was actually very obvious. It was an aura that was not easy to hide.

The stronger one's mental power was, the more sensitive they were to auras like killing intent.

The cultivation of killing intent was not just simply having killing intent. It required one's hands to be dyed with blood and slaughter many lives. Through the resentment, despair, anger, and other emotions before the death of a life, the fused strands of vitality wrapped around the killer's body to form killing intent.

In the dusky clouds, raindrops fell from a height of 100,000 feet and landed on the ground, the embankment, and the lake. The cracked water droplets were like flowers blooming in spring, covering the huge West Lake with a layer of mist.

Waving the Sword Like Playing the Zither, Killing the Demon Subduing Monk with Three Sword Strikes (1)