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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

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Éditeur: Atlas Studios

In the distance, smoke added to the twilight, and several birds returned to the spring.

The weather today was not very good. It had rained last night, and today, the evening clouds were thick and gloomy all day, as if the rain was still brewing.

At this moment, it was almost evening, but there was no light at all. The sky was vaguely dark, and his face was already blurry from ten feet away.

On the limestone road in the Lin Residence.

Lin Qingyin and Lin Zhuifeng prepared to send An Le out of the residence together. Unexpectedly, they met Ji Ying who was waiting.

This personal maidservant of the Matriarch appeared here to deliver a message to Matriarch Yu.

Ji Ying was not an ordinary person. She was also a cultivator and had an extraordinary status in the Lin Residence. She was comparable to Lin Zhuifeng, but Ji Ying was used to serving the Matriarch and did not have Lin Zhuifeng's freedom.