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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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Madam Hua and Fourth Master Lin looked over.

His eyes were filled with admiration. When the young man learned of the injustice, he did not complain or be angry. Instead, with a calm heart and a blazing sun-like ambition, he wanted to use the sword in his hand to cut open the injustice in front of him.

An Le's white clothes fluttered in the spring breeze that shuttled between the halls as he cupped his fists and bowed to Madam Hua and Fourth Master Lin.

"Time is tight. I won't paint for the young masters today." An Le said softly.

Lin Zhuifeng's eyes lit up. "Sir, are you going to challenge Ye Yinping, who is ranked eighth on the Little Sacred Ranking?"

Everyone's gazes landed on An Le's shoulder.

An Le smiled and nodded without denying it.

This time, everyone in the Water Pavilion was interested.