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Becoming a Sage Starts From Condensing the Essence of Time

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." ...... 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.

Li Hongtian · Eastern
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Do You Know? Drink a Cup of Spring Wine (2)

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When An Le heard this, he nodded solemnly.

Suddenly, the old man walked to the window with the lamp in his hand. Outside the window, he could see the spring rain in the courtyard, but he could vaguely hear footsteps.

His boots raised and landed, crushing the water on the ground. The sound of saber qi clanged like a bell in the night, and the sound wave came from Qingbo Street.

"This saber qi is from Duke Wang."

The old man raised his long eyebrows in surprise.

Then, as if he thought of something, his expression could not help but become strange. He looked at An Le with a hint of interest.

"You might have been promoted on the Little Sacred Ranking."

The old man said.

An Le, on the other hand, looked confused. He had not done anything. He had yet to challenge Wang Qinhe, who was ranked 18th. How did he get promoted?

"This time, it's not you challenging Wang Qinhe, but him challenging you."