author:Luochin
state:serializing
brief introduction:
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.,Until that snowy night, when someone brought back his already cold body, he cried uncontrollably.,Luo Chen's past life was that of a celestial venerator. With his knowledge and experience, how could he possibly not understand。