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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 · Oriental
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260 Chs

Arrogance and Prejudice, The Burly Coachman's Saber

Éditeur: Atlas Studios

The broken rainbow retracted the colorful clouds of the rain, and a faint clear wave entered the distance.

At the entrance of Yanchun Alley.

The luxurious carriage stopped quietly. The wheels no longer crushed the limestone. The setting sun pulled out a long and winding shadow that reflected on the ground and the wall.

Qin Qianqiu was in the carriage.

An Le was outside the carriage.

Qin Qianqiu lifted the curtain and looked at the white-robed young man who walked out of the alley. Ever since he started paying attention to An Le, he naturally knew that the young man would come to Yanchun every day to buy a pot of old yellow wine, so he had been waiting here long ago.

His condescending gaze carried a hint of scrutiny. His powerful mental power spread and intertwined in and out of the car.

An invisible pressure fell on An Le's shoulder like a mountain, just like how Luo Qingchen wanted An Le to bow down in the carriage.