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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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Forging the Five Animals in the Sword Rain, Sword Pool Gathers Within the Embryonic Breath

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The mist on the mountain dispersed halfway, and the spring rain fell finely. The rain became heavier and heavier, and every single drop of spring rain seemed to be mixed with sword qi that rose from this towering mountain!

It was clearly an inanimate mountain, but because of the dispersion of the sword qi, it seemed to have come alive. It was like a vast heavenly god that looked down at the mortal living beings climbing on its body.

The Sixth Mountain of the Sacred Mountain was like a mountain formed by an immortal sword that had fallen into the mortal world.

Half of the mountain was covered in thick fog, but halfway down the mountain, peach blossoms bloomed and the stone path was clear. A white-robed figure walked up the stairs alone and with difficulty.

At the foot of the mountain, the sunlight path had long dissipated. The sunset clouds overlapped as if they were angry at the humiliation of being cut open earlier, and a majestic rain fell.