"Sir! Please take back my magical power!" Yi's face was full of unhappiness. He was very depressed because of the talent given to him by Wang Ran. No matter what he said, no one believed him. Even Wang Ran, who gave him the talent, didn't believe him. What was the use of this talent
It affects real life too much!
Wang Ran laughed dryly: "Hehe..."
The [Credit Loan] he gave to Yi was very useful before he defaulted on the loan. It was this talent that could gain Yi's unreserved trust and resolve the behemoth crisis. But it was different after he defaulted on the loan. Yi suddenly became an unlucky guy with the word "deadbeat" written on his forehead.
No matter what was said, others subconsciously wanted to doubt it. If they didn't know the specific effect of this talent and had [Save the Suffering and Evil] to endorse Yi's loyalty, even he wouldn't be able to believe Yi.
"You've suffered a lot." Wang Ran reached out and patted Yi's shoulder. He shook his head with sympathy, "But this talent may be very useful in the future. I'll have to bear with you for a while."
No one would believe what he said. This was actually a very useful talent. It was just that he hadn't figured out where to use this "talent" for the time being.
Let him think about it for a few days, and then let him shine.
"For you, no matter how hard it is, it's worth it." Yi felt a little disappointed, but he was loyal to Wang Ran. After Wang Ran's comfort, he felt much better. "If there is any place where you can use me, please don't forget it!"
Wang Ran nodded slightly: "I won't forget it."
Yi doesn't like this talent mainly because it has never been put to good use and has only brought him negative feedback. But if Yi can shine because of this talent, I believe he will have no objection.
Furthermore, once you learn to speak in a sarcastic way, it won’t affect your real life too much.
Wang Ran turned his head and looked at the continuous continent in the distance.
"These are the last traces of the ancients' existence. I wonder what they left for their descendants?"
Wang Ran flew towards the mainland with his hands behind his back.
He thought that the ancients had mastered the Infinity Core, a magical artifact that could create the world, so the things they left for their descendants would definitely not be shabby, and there might be some unexpected surprises.
Although he was sitting at the hub of the world, the Earth was the base camp of the gods. The ancient people who once occupied the Earth must have discovered something related to the gods on Earth, otherwise it would be impossible for them to perish together with the behemoth clan that possessed multiple saints.
"I hope to have the resources to improve my strength. I am only a virtual god now. I don't know when I can be promoted to a true god, build a high altar, and ignite the divine fire after practicing hard."
Wang Ran discovered that although the mainland seemed far away, it was actually very close.
Just over half an hour later, his feet stepped on the continent. There was just the right amount of gravity near the continent, and walking on it was like walking on the Earth.
He walked outside a palace.
He did not use [Real-time Simulation] to deduce what would happen next, because just like opening a blind box, it would be meaningless to know what was inside the blind box in advance. He wanted to see the ancient heritage in person in reality for the first time.
"What a plain door."
The gate of the palace is ochre, without any extra carvings on it, only two rectangular protrusions - door handles.
Wang Ran felt the fluctuation of the law of time from this door.
The law of time was a node for him to condense his divine choice. He was very sensitive to the law of time, and he keenly realized that the palace in front of him was in a state of time standing still.
This state is maintained by the door. Once the door is opened, time in the palace will resume flowing.
He gripped the door handle, and suddenly a feeling came to his mind.
The ancients did not see the moon of today, but the moon of today once shone on the ancients.
Tens of thousands of years ago, there must have been people standing in front of this gate like him, but I don't know what their feelings were like...
Wang Ran pushed hard.
Creak—the door opened.
Wang Ran was stunned.
There were no weapons, elixirs, or armor in the palace as he expected, nor were there any strange things he didn't recognize. There were only paintings with different contents.
These paintings are large and small, the large ones can take up an entire wall, and the small ones are only a frame of a few square meters. The content of each one is different, either portraits or landscapes, and all have a unique beauty that is difficult to conceal.
"These are..."
Wang Ran had a strange expression on his face. He thought to himself, did the ancients build such a large palace just to store these paintings? That was too much of a fuss. Could these paintings be something like Taoist talismans that could release all kinds of strange spells
He carefully used his mental power to touch the painting closest to him. This painting showed a girl rowing on the river. After careful examination, the confusion on his face became even stronger, because this painting was just an ordinary painting without any energy fluctuations.
He spread out his mental power, covering the thousands of paintings in the palace, but without exception, they were all ordinary paintings.
If I have to say anything special, it's that every one of them looks great.
But that's all. Wang Ran has no artistic appreciation cells. No matter how beautiful these paintings are, he can't tell anything about them.
"What did the ancients mean by this?" His eyebrows knitted together. The things in the palace were too different from what he expected. He was confused. "What's the use of these paintings? Why leave them for future generations?"
Wang Ran walked to the center of the palace. He looked at the huge painting in front of him that occupied an entire wall of the palace and fell into deep thought.
This painting depicts a battlefield.
On the battlefield, there are not only soldiers wielding weapons and fighting hard, but also soldiers lying in a pool of blood, dying, flag bearers standing high up waving military flags and being shot through the heart by an arrow, generals pacing back and forth in their tents, women in the city worrying about their husbands, and civilians transporting food and grass for the soldiers...
It’s all sorts and covers everything.
What is particularly rare is that the painter's brushstrokes are so delicate that he not only depicts the different expressions of each person, but also details such as the bloodstains on the armor and the folds on the clothes. Looking closely at the painting, you will have the illusion of being there, as if you are standing on a high place overlooking the battlefield in the painting.
"This painting is better than Along the River During the Qingming Festival."
Wang Ran gave a fair evaluation.
He looked around, his clear eyes slowly moving across each painting. Although he did not understand art, he understood that the paintings preserved in this palace were the best of the best, and each one was a rare top-notch work of art.
only…
He still didn't understand why the ancients left these paintings behind.
He showed a thoughtful expression: "There are many palaces like this. There should be other things in those palaces."