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

They intertwined in the surroundings as if forming a protective and isolation fence.

It isolated the others from approaching and disturbing them.

Zhao Huangting was brewing his aura for the north, so all she could do was prevent anyone from disturbing him.

The sword qi swept into the clouds like a sleeping dragon.

In the Sword Pool Lake that was covered in green waves.

There was a soft laugh and a sigh.

However, he did not know if he was praising the fact that there were more first-grade Supreme Swords in the world, Swallow Returns to the Nest, or praising Zhao Huangting for comprehending something and returning to his original intention.

A smile appeared on Wang Yansheng's face. He held the Swallow Returns to the Nest, his eyes gentle.

Zhao Huangting Observes the Sword and Comprehends the Past, The Peerless Three Swords Invite Green Mountain's Sharpening (2)