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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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Mountain Opening, Mountain Guardian, The Young Man Ignored Under the Sun

Éditeur: Atlas Studios

To most cultivators in Lin'an Prefecture, the Sixth Mountain Lord's choice of Mountain Guardian was definitely a huge matter. Although most cultivators found it difficult to grasp this slim opportunity, at least such an opportunity was in front of them. It was equivalent to hope.

The spring cold brought by the spring rain spread at the foot of the mountain. There were many plants in the mountain, so the chill was even stronger. However, the atmosphere at the foot of the mountain was in full swing. The surging Qi Blood of the cultivators surged like a furnace rising, dispelling the cold spring.

The luxurious carriages were parked on the flat ground at the foot of the mountain one after another. The coachmen were wearing bamboo hats and straw raincoats. They sat neatly in the shafts of the carriages and did not dare to look around.