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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

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Qin Hua'an had never thought that he would lose in a Primordial Spirit confrontation. He had never thought of it.

He had been waiting for this Hall Examination. He had absolute confidence that he could suppress everyone to reach the peak and become the top scholar. He could truly hold his head high in front of his father.

He had waited too long for this day. He had prepared too long.

From the moment he realized that he had an outstanding cultivation talent, he had started to look forward to this day. He wanted his father to look at him seriously and dote on him. He would not hate him and ignore him just because his biological mother was a maidservant.

However, on this day, a black mountain appeared in front of him, shattering his Primordial Spirit's pool of lightning and splitting open the ink rain that filled the sky, as if it wanted to almost cut open this first-grade Spirit Refinement ink treasure Mountain and River Painting,