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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

Hidden Treasure in the Little Sacred Token, All the Sword Qi in the World Draws Near

Éditeur: Atlas Studios

On the way back, the spring rain no longer scattered. The setting sun in the sky ran in the wind, and the light secretly shone from behind, casting a layer of golden light on the long way back to Lin'an.

In the luxurious carriage, Lin Zhuifeng chattered non-stop, venting the shock and excitement in his heart.

Lin Qingyin, on the other hand, sat quietly inside. She pursed her lips and listened, smiling from time to time.

An Le sat upright with the bamboo sword Green Mountain at his waist. The Ink Pool Sword was placed horizontally on his leg, and he was very calm. If outsiders saw him, they would think that the genius who had won the favor of the Mountain Lord and the Little Sacred Token was Lin Zhuifeng, who was swinging a fire stick and was so excited that he could not control himself.

At the peak southwest of the setting sun, the rays of the sun shone for a thousand miles.