"My lord! Please take my powers! Yi's face was full of displeasure, he was depressed, because no matter what he said about this talent given to him, no one else believed it, even Wang Ran who gave him the talent didn't believe him, what use did he want this talent?

It's too much of an impact on real life!

Wang Ran laughed dryly: "Hehe......"

The [credit loan] he gave Yi was very useful before he didn't owe the loan, and he was able to gain an unreserved trust, and it was this talent that relied on this talent to resolve the monster crisis, but after the loan was owed, it was different, and Yi suddenly became an unlucky guy who wrote the word "lai" on his head.

No matter what he says, others subconsciously want to doubt it, if he didn't know the specific effect of this talent, and he had [Saving Suffering] to endorse One's loyalty, even he wouldn't be able to believe One.

"I'm sorry for you." Wang Ran stretched out his hand and patted Yi's shoulder, he shook his head sympathetically, "But this talent may be of great use in the future, and I will wronged you for a while." ”

Saying that others don't believe it, this is actually a very useful talent, but he didn't think about what to use this "talent" for a while.

Let him ponder for a few days, and then let Yi shine fiercely.

"For the sake of adults, it is worth all the hardships and hardships." Yi was a little disappointed, but he was loyal to Wang Ran, and after being comforted by Wang Ran, he suddenly felt much better, "If there is any place where I can be used, please don't forget it!" ”

Wang Ran bowed slightly: "I won't forget." ”

One doesn't like this talent mainly because this talent has never been useful, and it only brings him negative feedback, but if Yi can shine because of this talent, I believe he will have no opinion.

Furthermore, as long as one learns to say the opposite, it will not affect real life too much.

Wang Ran turned his head to look at the continuous continent in the distance.

"These are the last traces of the ancients' existence, and I don't know what the ancients left for their descendants?"

Wang Ran flew towards the mainland with his hands.

He thought to himself that the ancients had mastered the infinite core, an artifact that could create the world, and the things left to his descendants would definitely not be shabby, and there might be some unexpected surprises.

Although he sits at the hub of the world, the earth is the base camp of the immortals, and the ancients who once occupied the earth must have discovered something related to the immortals on the earth, otherwise it would be impossible to die with the giant beasts with multiple saints.

"I hope there are resources to improve my strength, I am only a void god now, and I don't know when I will be able to promote to the true god, build a shrine, and ignite the divine fire."

Wang Ran found that the mainland seems far away, but in fact it is very close.

Just over half an hour later, his feet were on the continent, and there was a gravitational pull of the right size near the continent, and walking on it was like walking on the earth.

He walked outside a palace.

He didn't use [real-time simulation] to deduce what would happen next, because just like opening a blind box, it would be boring to know what was inside the blind box in advance, and he wanted to see it in reality for himself at the first glance of the ancients' legacy.

"What a modest door."

The gates of this palace are ochre-colored, and there is no superfluous ornamentation on the doors, only two rectangular protrusions - doorknobs.

Wang Ran felt the fluctuations of the law of time from this door.

The law of time is a node in his choice to condense divinity, he is sensitive to the law of time, and he is keenly aware that the palace in front of him is in a state of time standstill.

This state of affairs is maintained in the door, and once the door is opened, time in the palace resumes flowing.

He grasped the doorknob, and suddenly a hint of realization occurred in his heart.

The ancients did not see the present time and the moon, but the present month 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 mood was......

Wang Ran pushed hard.

Squeak - the door opened.

Wang Ran was stunned.

There were no weapons, elixirs, or armor in the palace that he expected, nor strange things that he didn't recognize, only paintings with different contents.

These paintings are large and small, the large ones can occupy an entire wall, and the small ones are only a few square meters of frames, and the content of each pair is different, whether it is portraits or landscapes, all have a unique beauty that is difficult to hide.

"These are ......"

Wang Ran showed a strange expression, he thought to himself, did the ancients build such a large palace just to store these paintings, it is inevitable that the master will move the crowd, could these paintings be something similar to Taoist talismans, which can release all kinds of strange spells?

He carefully touched the nearest painting with his mental power, this one depicted a girl rowing on the river, and after careful investigation, the doubt on his face became even stronger, because this painting was an ordinary painting, without any energy fluctuations.

He spread his spiritual power and enveloped the thousands of paintings in the palace, and the result was that without exception, all of them were ordinary paintings.

If there's anything special about it, it's that every pair looks good.

But that's all, Wang Ran has no art appreciation cells, and he can't say one, two, or three no matter how beautiful these paintings are.

"What do the ancients mean by that?" His eyebrows were twisted together, the things in the palace were too different from his expectations, and his heart was full of confusion, "What is the use of these paintings, what are they for future generations?" ”

Wang Ran walked to the center of the palace, and he looked at the huge painting that occupied an entire wall of the palace in front of him and fell into deep thought.

The 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 and dying, flag-bearers standing on a high place waving a military flag and being pierced by an arrow, anxious generals pacing back and forth in the camp tents, and worried women in the city, civilians transporting food and grass for the soldiers......

It's all-encompassing.

What is particularly rare is that the painter's brushstrokes are so delicate that not only the different expressions of each person, but also the details such as the blood stains on the armor and the folds of the clothes, and if you look 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 the painting of "Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival"."

Wang Ran gave a pertinent evaluation.

He looked around, his clear gaze slowly flowing over 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 and top-notch work of art.

It's just that......

He still doesn't understand why the ancients left these paintings.

He showed a thoughtful expression: "There are many such palaces, and there should be something else in those palaces." ”