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 old man assisted An Le in hammering, but his face was filled with memories of his boring but hot-blooded sword-forging life.

When the last wisp of sword qi surged into the sword embryo lying quietly in the cracked sword furnace, there was only one scene left in front of Wang Yansheng.

Amidst the snow, the five-year-old him picked up the hammer for the first time and hit the sword embryo with the Sword Furnace.

It was the beginning of fate between a child and a sword forging.

It was like a swallow returning to its nest.

It made the old man's lips curl into a gentle smile.

When An Le raised the thousand-kilogram hammer, the old man silently lowered his hand that was holding the hammer and took a step back. He was filled with relief and carefreeness as he watched An Le's huge hammer break through the shocking arc and finally smash fiercely on the sword embryo in the furnace.

Contrast Between the Rising Sun and the Setting Sun, First-Grade Supreme Sword - Swallow Returns to the Nest (4)