The young man sighed, carefully sensing his body. He found that the Taihuang Jing within him was like a sleeping Azure Dragon in a deep abyss, unable to be summoned. At this moment, all his cultivation had vanished, leaving only a faint protective aura from the Taihuang Jing.,“It seems I've really come back, back to Earth, and to the year when I was twenty.” The young man’s name was Luo Chen, the last descendant of the Tai Huang lineage.,At this moment, the old man excitedly opened an ancient box. He took out a painting from inside and unfolded it, admiring it.。