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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.,Once upon a time, Luo Chen was invincible in his battles against myriad races, sweeping through all enemies across countless realms. He stood tall atop the heavens, unrivaled and powerful. However, he was tragically ambushed by three celestial venerables who had returned during the Third Solar Age.,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.。