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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

The Top Scholar in Both Martial and Literary Examinations, Di Cang Draws His Saber in Anger in Front of the Heavenly Profound Palace (1)

Editor: Atlas Studios

Lin'an Prefecture, at the foot of Phoenix Mountain.

The Imperial City was outlined by the jade pavilion.

In the depths of a quiet garden, the spring breeze blew gently, raising a sprinkle of petals. The dense hemp spring plums planted in the garden scattered many slender stamens on the limestone path of the garden and landed on the glazed roof of the pavilion among the branches.

The broken plums seemed to have fallen into the sea. A handsome figure wrapped in immortal qi was drinking in the pavilion.

What he drank was not the top-grade Drunken Flowing Clouds specially provided by the winemaker in the palace. There was no spiritual energy, nor was there anything special about it. It was just a simple pot of old yellow wine from the Yanchun Tavern.

Although the wine that was poured out was a little turbid, it had a real and simple taste.