The young man sighed, carefully sensing his inner being. He discovered that the Taihuang Jing within him was like a slumbering Azure Dragon in the abyss, unable to be summoned. At this moment, all of his cultivation had vanished, leaving only a faint protective aura from the Taihuang Jing.,In his past life, although he possessed formidable strength and powerful spells that overwhelmed all, having already been revered as a Celestial Venerable, his ultimate realm was still too low. He ultimately met with calamity, spilling blood within the Ten Great Fiend Formations, and perished in a self-explosion.,And with just one glance at the painting before him, Luo Chen knew it was a fake. This old man was being so careful and affectionate, treating it like he'd obtained an authentic masterpiece.。