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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 · 東方
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260 Chs

Heroism Lingers, Sword Qi River Blocks the Stars

編集者: Atlas Studios

The stars were shining brightly at night, and the lone lamp at the rock point had yet to sink.

The night grew darker, and the wind that blew over seemed to be filled with killing intent.

A battle between cultivators made the surrounding commoners hide in their houses. They did not dare to light the lamps or speak loudly, afraid that they would disturb the battle and be implicated.

At the entrance of Qingbo Street, An Le stood on the spot and looked up. He equipped the Green Mountain and Ink Pool Sword at his waist and was bathed in the cold moonlight and stars. His handsome face added a hint of demonic charm.

However, at this moment, the entire street's brilliance was gathered by the Confucian-robed man with a saber.

An Le looked at it seriously and admired it.

Luo Qingchen raised his sword and slashed at his Dao heart. From then on, he did not seek the Great Dao, but only relief. This was a very shocking boldness.