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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

Old Man of the Imperial Ancestral Temple Talks About Demons When Drinking Wine, Entering Top 18 of the Little Sacred Ranking

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The spring mud made the rain smooth like a mirror, and the dawn tree carried clouds that were as light as a picture.

An Le sat upright under the door. The spring rain accompanied by a breeze suddenly jumped in and stained An Le's face. It was evaporated by the boiling Qi Blood circulating under the skin and turned into misty water vapor.

After a few days of seclusion cultivation and high-intensity circulation of his essence, qi, and spirit, he finally obtained the fruits of his labor today.

The spiritual energy caused the spring rain to flutter. The wind and waves in the small courtyard suddenly rose, and the leaves of the old locust tree fluttered.

An Le closed his eyes and sank his mental power into his dantian.

His dantian was like a furnace and his Qi Blood burned. A Qi Blood Inner Core could be vaguely seen forming and floating within, spinning!