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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 · ตะวันออก
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Drawing Green Mountain in the Mountain and River Painting, Raising Green Mountain to Attack Hua'an (3)

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He wanted to suppress others with his strength and oppress An Le with his realm!

This was his confidence, his confidence in his Primordial Spirit that was about to reach the sixth realm!

The surrounding river water instantly exploded like water in an ink painting.

The surging electric currents surged endlessly.

However, Qin Hua'an's eyes focused as he looked at the lone boat in the river.

On the lone boat, An Le's Primordial Spirit was still standing. His Primordial Spirit was unharmed and did not show any signs of being crushed.

Qin Hua'an was stunned.

"Impossible."

In the Mountain and River Painting.

Many examinees' Primordial Spirits met one after another. Some knew that they were no match for them and turned to escape, while others were unconvinced and forcefully collided with their Primordial Spirits.

However, so far, no one's Primordial Spirit had been crushed.