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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 · Fantasi Timur
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260 Chs

Cutting a Mountain at Prime Minister Qin's Residence, The Power of Righteousness? (1)

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After his mental power stepped into the Shedding Mortality Realm, it was already very different from before. His perception of the surrounding environment had increased greatly.

The constable of the Black Office, Huang Xian, had not seen him for many days. At this moment, he rushed over. He was uneasy and looked worried, causing An Le's heart to tremble slightly.

As the person who led him into the Lin Residence to become an artist, Constable Huang was considered to be indebted to him. If anything happened, An Le would naturally help.

Without continuing to cultivate, An Le stood up and the Ink Pool Sword on his knee landed on his waist. Green Mountain also swept over and pinned it to his waist.

Constable Huang stepped into the courtyard and saw An Le at a glance.