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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.,At this moment, the old man excitedly opens an ancient box. He takes out a painting from inside and unfolds it, admiring it.,Luochin's previous life was a celestial venerated one, with his wisdom, how could he not understand。