A young man sat listlessly in the car. His face, sharp as a blade, looked pale, but there was an unconquerable spirit shining through his eyes, hinting at extraordinary fortitude.,Though his past self possessed astonishing combat prowess, with surging magical powers overwhelming all, and was already revered as a celestial venerated, in the end, his cultivation level was still too low. He ultimately fell victim to tribulation, shedding blood within the ten major perilous formations, and perished in a self-explosion.,And just by looking at the painting before him, Luo Chen knew it was a fake. This old man was being incredibly careful and affectionate towards it, as if he had received an authentic masterpiece.。