Normally, if you want to express positive emotions such as praise or praise in the picture, people's hands should be open, or at least naturally stretched.

However, in this scene on the gate, almost half of the people's palms are in a fist posture, which looks like they are holding something, and they seem to be venting some emotions. In Wang Sheng's eyes, this kind of performance is completely abnormal.

After frowning and pausing for a while, Wang Sheng thought to no avail, so after carefully looking the scene on the door up and down, he suddenly had an idea.

I didn't see any movement from him, but his pupils flashed a slight ray of fluorescence, and then there was no unnecessary change.

Of course, the lack of change here only refers to Wang Sheng himself...... Nothing more. The movement on the other side is not small in a sense.

The criss-crossing traces begin to emerge in the upper part of the painting, and as time passes, they slowly intersect with each other, or connect, and become clearer.

In fact, there were some such traces on the picture, but because they were too inconspicuous, Wang Sheng ignored the past as ordinary scratches at first.

Now it seems that the actual situation may not be so simple.

The traces that became clear little by little connected the original inconspicuous small traces, and finally formed a picture element that made Wang Sheng's heart suddenly set off turbulent waves.

It's a huge web that covers the entire top half of the picture and encompasses all the elf images!

At the lower end of the giant net, several ropes are being grasped in the hands of those fists, and at this time, combined with the body movements and postures of those people, they all look like they are about to close the net.

Looking back at those who didn't make their fists, at this time, in line with the whole situation, they were undoubtedly not excited to see the elves, but were cheering for the people who closed the net.

After standing quietly for a long time, Wang Shengcai regained his strength, and his eyes looking at the picture became deep and complex.

"What an ambition!" he took a deep breath, then sighed heavily, "What an appetite!"

Although it is only a relatively abstract picture, the kind of ambition contained in it, including several divine beasts, is being seen through the picture.

In Wang Sheng's memory, there are many people who take a certain divine beast as the target of subduing, which is not too much of a problem, but the goal is set high, but the content expressed in this picture is already a completely different level.

You must know that in a sense, the existence of divine beasts represents a part of the laws of natural balance, and even to put it mildly, they can be identified as an inseparable part of the world.

For example, like this time, the capture of the Three Holy Birds has brought about a worldwide climate change, and all the elves have been affected, and its impact is not insignificant, not serious.

And behind the act of catching them all, Wang Sheng's interpretation is that the master here has a desire to conquer or destroy the whole world, and neither of the two is an acceptable idea.

If everything here were to be transmitted to the outside world, its earth-shattering content would be enough to cause an uproar.

Thinking of this, Wang Sheng seems to understand a little, why this place is like this, I am afraid that excessive arrogance and ambition have caused disasters, so there is now this empty dead city located at the bottom of the sea.

"Even Giraldan (target Lokia) or King Pokrantis (target Phoenix King) wouldn't let out such a big wild word!" Shaking his head, Wang Sheng opened his gaze from the screen, and instead raised his hand and pushed towards the gate void.

There was a creak and rattle as the door slowly opened inward.

What surprised Wang Sheng was that it was not as dark as he thought, but there were faint lights shining from everywhere. When the door slowly opened, a few threads were already leaking through the cracks.

When the door was fully opened, Wang Sheng lit the light and roughly saw the situation inside.

It is a rather spacious hall, with its columns, high domes, and almost invisible walls on both sides, all of which indicate its unique status and function.

On the many pillars, a small lamp is emitting a faint light, although the light of each lamp is so small that it is not good, but when gathered, it makes this place basically out of the darkness, and also allows Wang Sheng to see the situation under his feet and the road ahead.

Along the middle of the road, Wang Sheng moved forward steadily without hurrying, and at the same time, seemingly casually, in fact, carefully observing the situation everywhere.

Unlike the outside where the opposite is neat, and only in a few respects reveals the sense of hurry, the panic here seems to be a little stronger.

On the flat and smooth ground, some unidentified fragments can be seen scattered from time to time, some are stony, some are paper, and some are ...... Wooden?

When he saw a piece of broken wood, a familiar feeling suddenly emerged, and the unexpected appearance of the long-lost aura made Wang Sheng shudder.

With a gesture of reaching out, the wood chips flew up from the ground, gently fell into Wang Sheng's hands, and then were carefully examined repeatedly.

"There will be no mistake, this is it!" After carefully confirming it, Wang Sheng's eyes lit up first, and then his expression became a little complicated.

It's the same, it's exactly the same, that special texture and feeling, the same as the shrine in the backyard of Yingnan's house in Mijin City, and the texture of the wooden box in the hand of Dr. Neimu on Dai Tang Island, and the same is true of the residual spiritual power inside.

"It seems that this is the source of the GS ball. Wang Sheng twisted the wood chip in his hand, and the picture on the gate resurfaced in front of his eyes.

Since there is an ambition to defeat the mythical beasts, it seems that it is not surprising to find a way to make a special Poké Ball like the GS Ball.

Wang Sheng naturally knew that the GS ball had an inseparable relationship with the Rabbi of the Forest God, and the Eight Achievements were specially used to deal with it.

For ordinary people, this kind of Poké Ball, which has a relatively single function, may not have much significance, but in ancient times, when technology was still relatively backward, it was already quite a remarkable innovation.

Although its purpose is not worthy of affirmation.

After thinking about it, Wang Sheng put away the wood chips and continued to move forward. The sound of steady footsteps sounded again in the room, but it still seemed monotonous and lonely, lined with Wang Sheng's lonely but always firm figure, there was an indescribable sense of strength.

When the footsteps stopped again, there was no way for Wang Sheng to continue in front of him, which meant that he was close to the end of the trip.

A lone seat at the end of the aisle directly ahead. It's not ornate, but it's just as majestic as it is in its thick and quaint appearance, and one can't help but believe that this must be the exclusive throne of the highest status here.

If it had been back then, it might have been the focus of all attention, but unfortunately, at this moment when things have long been wrong, it has become no longer special.

At least for now, Wang Sheng's attention had not been too much on it, but had long since fallen behind it, the pile of rubble that seemed out of place in the environment.