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.,But this life was different, he was reborn again, back on Earth.,At this moment, the elder is excitedly opening an ancient box. He takes out a painting scroll from inside and unfolds it, admiring it.。