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

Di Cang looked at Pang Ji and exhaled. "The battle between the Literary Department and the Martial Temple has lasted for ten thousand years. There's no need for us to delay the future of an examinee because of this. Don't you think so, Second Headmaster?"

"Besides, involving a young man in the conflict between the Literary Department and the Martial Temple will only cause a joke."

Second Headmaster Pang Ji sighed and looked at Di Cang. "You also know that it's a battle between the Literary Department and the Martial Temple…"

Di Cang understood and did not say anything else.

He knew Pang Ji's personality very well. For the sake of the Literary Department, he was willing to pay any price.

Over the years, many generals of the Martial Temple had been suppressed under the policies of the Great Zhao Dynasty. On the Martial Arts Arena, the generals of the Martial Temple had lost more battles between the Literary Music Ranking and the Fierce General List.

The Storm Exists Wherever I Am, the Heavenly Profound Palace Will Grant Storm Calming (2)