The young man let out a sigh and carefully sensed his body. He discovered that the Tai Huang Jing within him was like a slumbering dragon deep in an abyss, unable to be summoned. At this moment, all his cultivation vanished completely, leaving only a faint protective aura of the Tai Huang Jing.,"Hmph, three Great Heavenly Venerables You went so far as to summon the Unwritten Scripture and the Ten Demonic Formations to ambush me for the Taishang Jing. Alas, this Immortal Lord's life is not fated to end. I have returned in the end." Luo Chen smirked, a hint of coldness gathering in his eyes.,At this moment, the old man eagerly opened an antique box. He took out a painting scroll from inside and was admiring it.。