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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

Obtaining the Age Dao Fruit Blood Guanyin, Old Imperial Uncle Laughs Loudly (1)

Éditeur: Atlas Studios

In the blood-colored city, corpses were everywhere.

The woman in red was incomparably beautiful. Her clothes were dripping with blood, but her bare feet were like snow, untainted by blood and dust. She walked out of the city step by step, her black hair withering with every step, followed by countless distorted souls.

It swayed and the world whimpered.

In the dark, the vengeful spirits walked together.

Her bare feet landed on the ground, but she did not land. Her blood-colored clothes whistled in the cold wind, accompanied by withered and burning black hair. Every time a strand of black hair fell, a soul would be burned.

An eerie coldness spread over his face. Even across the years, An Le's soul felt completely cold.

He looked at the city. The name of the ancient city could not be seen clearly, but he could sense the vengeful spirit lingering in the city.