A young man sat in the car, his expression dazed. His cheekbones, sharp as a knife, looked pale, but there was still a glimmer of ambition in his eyes, revealing an extraordinary spirit.,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.,At this moment, the old man is excitedly opening an ancient box. He takes out a painting from the box and unfolds it, admiring it.。