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 sword qi soared into the sky and filled the entire city with hanging swords!

An Le put down the cup and pressed his palm against the Ink Pool Sword at his waist. This sword that he had nurtured to the fifth-grade was now trembling non-stop, as if it wanted to listen to the call of the female Sword God. It tore through the air and joined the sword team that was hovering in Jiangling Prefecture.

Green Mountain didn't move. Clearly, Green Mountain wasn't affected by this female Sword God's sword intent.

A breeze blew over slowly, sweeping over the old man of the Imperial Ancestral Temple, Zhao Huangting, to smash the wine pot filled with Bamboo Green Leaf's fragrance. The fragrance floated in all directions and was incomparably intoxicating.

Facing the powerful cultivators who had suddenly attacked just as Li You'an left,

An Le thought that the old man might be forced to reveal his trump card.

Sending Hope to Your Sword Pool Palace (1)