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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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Holding Two Swords in the Spring Quarter Examination Hall, A Discussion on the Northern Expedition (2)

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This surveillance officer was a cultivator. His shout contained mental power, vaguely forming a might. If not for cultivators or those with weak mental power, they would probably lose their mind after being shouted at.

However, An Le's mental power was already at the Shedding Mortality Realm, so it naturally did not affect him at all.

Faced with the surveillance officer's question, An Le bent his finger and knocked on the Ink Pool Sword. The Ink Pool Sword swept up, and a faint intent burst forth.

"This contains the Little Sacred Token. It has some privileges and I can enter with a sword. I don't have to bow to officials either." An Le said calmly.

The surveillance officer instantly retracted his mental power. Facing the Ink Pool Sword which had released its aura, he instantly thought of the famous Master An in Lin'an.

After all, the matter of Wang Qinhe challenging Master An and being crushed was still a joke.