A female sword immortal just flew over your head on her sword. You look up.
You witness her slay a demon dragon in the endless Eastern Sea a hundred years ago, at the height of her glory. Inspired, you condense the Dao Fruit of Time [Dragon-Slaying].
An old beggar just passed by your side. You glance at him.
You glimpse him, three hundred years ago, striking the Heaven’s Gate with his Dog-Beating Staff until it was shut tight, laughing at every immortal in the heavens. You condense the Dao Fruit of Time [God-Smiting].
A scholar just asked you for a sip of wine. You narrow your eyes and take a closer look.
You witness the scholar five hundred years ago, reading by lamplight with a sword at his side. A lone man in white, he swept through the battlefield at the frontier, leaving the foreign tribes’ heads rolling, his spirit as fierce as a tiger ranging ten thousand miles. You condense the Dao Fruit of Time [Righteous Spirit Endures Forever].
An Le transmigrated into this world of turmoil, where life is as fragile as paper.
Fortunately, An Le can see the past lives of others, whether glorious, grief-stricken, or filled with regret, and condense them into Dao Fruits of Time to strengthen himself.
He cultivates in his youth, refines his spirit, and accumulates Dao Fruits.
Calmly, he steps through the gates of cultivation and quietly becomes a sage.
