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 Ink Pool Sword that was flicked away brought about an uncatchable shadow with a light swipe of An Le's finger. It was like a bee that had burrowed into the flowers and shuttled through and danced at high speed!

Monk Fakong's expression did not change. He kept tapping with the burning iron rod, and sparks of fire kept bursting out. A series of crisp and subtle sounds kept echoing between the sparks!

It was even clearer than the sound of rain falling from the roof, and more urgent than the fluttering of wild bees!

After a short confrontation, the rain continued to fall.

A smile appeared on Monk Fakong's face. "Amitabha. Benefactor… If that's all, I'll begin to exorcise you."

Before he could finish speaking, Monk Fakong's body actually swelled up. The smile on his face disappeared and became ferocious and angry, like an angry Golden Arhat.

Waving the Sword Like Playing the Zither, Killing the Demon Subduing Monk with Three Sword Strikes (3)