The young man sighed deeply, carefully sensing his body. He found that the Taixuan Jing within him was like a slumbering Azure Dragon in the depths of an abyss, unable to be summoned. At this moment, all his cultivation vanished, leaving only a trace of protective energy from the Taixuan Jing.,Once upon a time, Luochin was an invincible warrior who conquered all races and dominated the world. He stood at the peak of all paths, treading under his feet the vast expanse of heaven and earth. Sadly, he was ambushed and killed by three Heavenly Venerables who returned during the Third Solar Era.,And at this very moment, with just one glance, Luo Chen knew that the painting before him was a fake. This old man, however, was treating it with such care and affection, as if he had obtained an authentic masterpiece.。