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

Over the past few days, he had been trying to absorb the Age Qi of these experts. He had tried it on Li You'an and the Sixth Mountain Lord. One failed, and the other succeeded. Unfortunately, all he had painstakingly absorbed from the Sixth Mountain Lord was a wisp of white Age Qi.

As for Zhao Huangting and Bodhisattva Suzhu, because the two of them were changing their fates, An Le did not dare to try for fear of attracting any unforeseen events.

Now that the heaven-defying act was over, An Le naturally began to suck it.

The [Age Qi] column jumped violently and continuously.

After a tug-of-war, as if a feather had been plucked from a phoenix, a wisp of Age Qi floated over.

A faint golden color surged and lingered on An Le's fingertips, reflecting the golden light.

It was the long-awaited Molten Gold Age Qi!

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