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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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After saying that, An Le didn't say anything else. He took a step forward and suddenly fell rapidly from the top of Lake Gazing Building.

When he approached the ground, his mental power surged and surrounded his body. He slowly stopped falling and landed steadily.

With a sword at his waist, An Le looked at the mental power of the experts floating in the sky without any emotions on his face.

Li You'an sat upright in the air, a starry sword of anger on his leg. Looking at the young man's high spirits, heroic qi, spirit, and righteous sword qi that were as dazzling as the sun, he could not help but smile in admiration.

In his eyes, Qin Qianqiu was nothing. So what if he was Prime Minister Qin's son? He was just a useless junior who was waiting to die and relied on his family background to be arrogant.