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

Zhao Huangting smiled and said, "There's no such thing as longevity in this world. What's wrong with death? I only seek pleasure."

The old swordsmith nodded. "Not bad. You look carefree, and that's better than many people who are unscrupulous when their lifespan is about to end."

"You flatter me. I'm just a commoner." Zhao Huangting said.

The old swordsmith smiled. "However, a commoner like you has brought a huge surprise to the Sword Pool Palace today."

When Zhao Huangting heard this, he immediately grinned with a smug expression.

"Green Mountain won't choose the wrong person, and I, Zhao Huangting, won't make a mistake either."

The old swordsmith's gaze shifted and landed on the Sword Pool Lake that had split into two in the distance.

His Primordial Spirit could sense the gaze in the Sword Pool Lake that seemed to change the color of the world. He could not help but smile.

The old man cupped his fists and bowed.

An Old Sword Sage Walks Out of the Lake, The Promise That Stakes the Entire Sword Pool Palace (3)