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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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Watching the Old Man of the Imperial Ancestral Temple Fight the Yuan Emperor, Condensing the Dao Fruit Heroic Qi Attraction (2)

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The yellow wooden fortress ships broke through the river one after another. On the floor of the building, a hundred forms appeared.

Some armored soldiers held spears in their hands, their eyes filled with unwillingness and sorrow. Some civil and military officials knelt on the wooden boat and wailed blood at the ground south of the river. Some generals roared repeatedly and smashed the river water.

At the right time, the heavens would retaliate with might and anger. They would kill all of them and abandon the wilderness!

On the yellow wooden ship, the wishes of the generals could not be fulfilled and could only be filled with unwillingness.

Unwilling emotions intertwined like a hurricane.

Black clouds covered the sky above the river. Furious lightning appeared behind the clouds, bringing with it a choking pressure.