Sanctification from the Fruits of Time

Just now, a female sword immortal flew over your head on her sword. You looked up.

You witnessed the female sword immortal slaying a demonic dragon in the endless East Sea a hundred years ago, the most triumphant moment in the human world. Your heart was moved, and you condensed the Fruit of Time: Dragon Slayer.

Just now, an old beggar walked past you. You glanced over.

You glimpsed the old beggar, three hundred years ago, holding a dog-beating stick, knocking on the tightly shut Heavenly Gate, laughing at all the gods in heaven. You condensed the Fruit of Time: God Smasher.

Just now, a scholar asked you for a sip of wine. You squinted your eyes.

You observed the scholar five hundred years ago, burning the midnight oil to study swordsmanship. A single man, a single sword, a single white robe, at the border battlefield, he slaughtered countless foreign enemies, his spirit devouring thousands of miles like a tiger. You condensed the Fruit of Time: Enduring Righteousness.

An Le transmigrated into this chaotic world, where life is as fragile as paper.

Fortunately, An Le can see the past experiences of others-whether glorious, indignant, or helpless-and condense them into Fruits of Time, which he then applies to himself.

The young man cultivates, refines his spirit, and accumulates Fruits of Time.

He calmly knocks open the door of cultivation, silently becoming a saint.