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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
Peringkat tidak cukup
260 Chs

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Editor: Atlas Studios

For that soaring heroic qi?!

Qin Qianqiu's pleas for mercy were reflected in An Le's eyes. Outside the Lake Gazing Building, a powerful cultivator's Primordial Spirit vibrated and he shouted for An Le to calm down and not kill him.

However, An Le no longer listened.

The Ink Pool Sword slowly sank and the tip of the sword descended. Under the control of his mental power, it hung above Qin Qianqiu's head.

Qin Qianqiu's pupils constricted as he stared at the sword floating above his head. A chill and despair spread throughout his body.

"No!"

Qin Qianqiu growled.

The Ink Pool Sword fell and instantly pierced into the space between Qin Qianqiu's eyebrows. It pierced through his head and pierced through the wooden floor of the Lake Gazing Building.

Qin Qianqiu's roars and life force were almost instantly cut off.