The young man sighed, carefully sensing within him. He found the Taihuang Jing was like a sleeping azure dragon in a deep abyss, unable to be summoned. At this moment, all his cultivation had vanished completely, leaving only a trace of protective qi from the Taihuang Jing.,In his past life, although he possessed formidable combat power and overwhelming magical prowess, revered as a celestial venerator, his ultimate cultivation level was insufficient. He ultimately fell victim to calamity, meeting his demise amidst the ten perilous formations, self-destructing within them.,At this moment, the elder is excitedly opening an ancient box. He takes out a painting scroll from inside and unfolds it, admiring it.。