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

"Perhaps you won't meet ever again."

In the carriage, Old Imperial Uncle sighed and said to An Le.

An Le nodded when he heard this. He stood up and lifted the curtain of the carriage. A white-robed man with the Green Mountain and Ink Pool Sword at his waist and Storm Calming, which was hidden in the peachwood sheath, walked out.

There was a pavilion on the side of the mountain path in the distance.

In the Ancient Daoist Pavilion, the atmosphere was heavy.

A figure that seemed to be emitting a hazy aura like an immortal in the sky stood in the pavilion and looked at the rain in the sky in a daze.

The man was incomparably handsome and emitted an immortal aura. He was wearing a wide sleeve and carried two wine jugs.

An Le stepped into the pavilion, and Zhao Jiu retracted his gaze.

Five Realms After the Fifth Realm, Observing the Bodhisattva's Tonsure (2)