Chang Xiaoman Luo Ch

On the peak of Mount Tai, a bolt of lightning tore through the void, shattering the altar for offering sacrifices to heaven. The midday thunderclap, accompanied by the destruction of ancient ruins, sparked widespread discussion.,A young man sat in the car, lost in thought. His face, sharp as a knife, looked pale, but beneath it was a hint of ambition that shone through with extraordinary spirit.,The young man sighed, carefully sensing his inner being. He discovered that the Taihuang Jing within him was like a slumbering Azure Dragon in the abyss, unable to be summoned. At this moment, all of his cultivation had vanished, leaving only a faint protective aura from the Taihuang Jing.。