A young man sat in the car, his expression lost in thought. His face, sharp like a knife's edge, looked pale, but it couldn't hide the gleam of determination in his eyes, revealing an extraordinary spirit.,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.,In his past life, although he possessed formidable combat power and overwhelming magical prowess, revered as a celestial venerator, his ultimate cultivation level was insufficient. He ultimately fell victim to calamity, meeting his demise amidst the ten perilous formations, self-destructing within them.。