It's about two meters long and one meter wide, and that's the painting.

On closer inspection, the picture seems to be filled with a layer of fog, which rolls on the canvas, condensed but not dispersed, and does not escape the boundaries of the frame...... The reason why I say it seems is because the fog does not actually exist in reality, you know that it does not exist, but yet, it obscures your vision and makes it impossible for you to see the picture clearly.

It's a very uncomfortable feeling.

How so?

It's like a guy who is afraid of heights sitting on a roller coaster, or sitting on a big pendulum that is several times faster than normal, making people dizzy, and the feeling of chest tightness and nausea is unbearable.

Ryan also felt dizzy.

Lightheaded, the ground seems to be shaking gently, a little disgusting.

Albert leaned back in his chair with a soft pillow between the back and back, and he looked at Ryan with no change in his face and a hint of regret in his eyes.

Seventeen years old, a little older.

Talented, there are only one or two out of tens of thousands of people, if this talent has not been discovered, with the passage of time, it will gradually be swallowed up by the laws of reality, like Ryan's current age, even if he was originally a talent, now, most of them have little left.

Before the age of ten, it is the best.

After that, God will slowly withdraw his talent.

So, Albert didn't really expect much from Ryan.

Actually, that's fine.

The ability of gifted people to step into the transcendent and master mysterious powers, however, is not necessarily a good thing.

The world behind the Gate of Transcendence is extremely dangerous, and over the past 10,000 years, countless transcendents have fallen or fallen into demons.

Not only do they have to fight with the demons in the outside world, but at the same time, they also have to fight the demons in their hearts.

It's like yourself......

Now, I can only hide in this room, and I can't see the light in the room I stay in, and I can't remember how long I haven't seen the sun!

Ay......

He is actually lucky, even if he is like a prisoner, even if his whole body is sick, he is still alive after all, and those companions who are the same period as him, except for a very few who are still alive, the vast majority of them have turned to dust.

Those ordinary people of his age, in the case of Devon, he can freely enjoy the sun, rain, and sea breeze...... has a large family, many children, and although life is ordinary, it has its own fun.

Actually, he was a little envious.

So, being gifted isn't necessarily a good thing.

If I hadn't stepped through that door at that time, what would my life be like now?

A wry smile appeared on Albert's lips.

When people are old, they will inevitably think crankily.

Then, his eyes narrowed, and his pupils contracted slightly.

In sight, Ryan stood up and walked towards the painting hanging on the wall.

Albert also stood up, he had an extra pocket watch in his hand, the brass cast case, because of repeated rubbing, the case was smooth and shiny, the hour hand in the dial was gold, as if made of gold, the minute hand was blood-red, as if it was made of blood, and the fast-moving second hand was dark green, like a slender needle, ticking and ticking......

Inside this house, he is also able to cast spells.

Even if the strength is not one in ten, it can still protect the little rabbit cub in front of him from harm.

Energy!

This mist is some kind of energy!

In the sea of knowledge, the golden book is spinning, and the golden light is flourishing.

There are actually several types of energy.

The power of Jeff White's faith that came through the invisible passage was one kind of energy, when he was in his mother's grave, he suddenly bumped into a vision, as if he was hitting a ghost, it was another kind of energy, and later, the mana fluctuations emitted by the sutra in the monk's arms were actually a kind of energy...... These can be absorbed by the Golden Book.

If the Golden Book is a car, that energy is poured into it, and when it is converted, it is gasoline, which can be driven.

Of course, there are differences.

In front of me, the mist that permeates the painting is also a kind of energy.

It's just that the Golden Book has no interest in this energy.

The reason why it has changed is not an instinctive reaction, but it is driven by Ryan.

This was the first time Ryan had taken the initiative to take control of the Golden Book.

Fortunately, it didn't fail.

Now, his spirit is intimately connected to the Golden Book.

If the golden book is a car, then, once the car is moving, its divine thoughts are the existence of the steering wheel and brakes, which can control the direction of the car and can stop at any time.

He knew it was a test, so he had to break through the fog and see the picture behind it.

In the center of the pupil, there is a golden light that seems to be absent.

It was like a bubble bursting, and at that moment, the fog that filled the picture completely dissipated without a trace, and as Ryan wished, his eyes fell on the painting, which was a very strange painting.

"Huh......"

Albert took his pocket watch and stood up.

It was a tree, and there was a large, unknown strange tree growing on the picture, with a canopy like an umbrella, hanging down thousands of branches, and those branches were constantly flying on the gloomy canvas as if they were alive.

That's a space.

Behind the canvas is a space, an eerie and damp space.

Ryan even smelled the smell of corrupt foliage, which was disgusting.

There are countless human heads hanging on the thousands of branches of the strange tree, and the human heads are like smoke, constantly changing their appearance, there are men and women, old and young, with different expressions, joys, sorrows, and sorrows......

Knowing the sea, there is a voice.

The sound did not pass through the ears, but was picked up directly by Ryan's nerves.

They were calling Ryan.

"Come on, come on......"

Irresistible!

Ryan walked forward, his steps slow, but moving forward.

I'm about to walk into the painting.

Step into that eerie space.

Albert stared at Ryan with full attention, his face solemn.

Obviously, Ryan is a gifted person, if it is an ordinary person, in their eyes, this will only be an ordinary landscape painting, they can't even sense the layer of mist that covers the portal of space, let alone be affected by that space.

This small space is actually a prison.

A prison for dead souls.

Once in this space, Ryan's spirit will be bitten by the Necronomic, and eventually, become one of them, and the flesh and blood will turn to dirt to provide nourishment for the Necron Tree.

Albert is the director of the prison.

Naturally, he couldn't let Ryan walk into this prison.

When it counts, he'll close that space.

Now, he needs to observe Ryan to see how long he can hold on, the longer he persists, the more talented he will become, and the stronger his will will become, and he has been tested for a minute before.

Good enough!