Seeing this, Rella and the others sat down next to Yan Jin. The group sat on the ground, and Yun Duo and Rella even turned on the recording function of their quantum computer to record everything.

At this moment, Yan Jin was like an elf, pure and lively. She was already as beautiful as a fairy, but at this moment, she seemed unreal, as if she was about to ascend to heaven.

Her hands, as if imbued with a soul, were exquisitely beautiful, their slender, translucent clappers gleaming in the sunlight.

Her hands, however, danced and moved lightly, as if they had their own soul, moving smoothly.

In the air, simple yet vibrant and three-dimensional images, full of the characteristics of the times, were painted one by one.

Each painting features a different scene, different architecture, and a different era. Even the backgrounds are different, yet they are all painted in a watercolor style, floating in mid-air.

There are 21st-century skyscrapers, villas, and vehicles, as well as old Shanghai-style buildings and people dressed in the style of the Republic of China era.

There are Qing Dynasty clothing and architecture, as well as those from the Ming, Yuan, Song, Tang, Qin, and Five Kingdoms periods.

The carriages, buildings, clothing, weapons, and even wine cups of that time are all depicted in the paintings.

As Yan Jin diligently painted each picture, oblivious to the historical details, she noticed that many people were gradually gathering behind her. Some were orcs who came out of curiosity, others were people summoned by Yun Duo and Rella, and still others were people who frequently visited this place because they liked ancient Earth.

At this moment, there were many people standing behind her, but they were unusually quiet. Everyone held their breath, watching the shocking scene before them, stunned by the dreamlike sight, and completely forgetting everything else.

After a long while, the crowd, their hearts pounding and hands trembling, quietly opened their personal computers to record this historic moment.

The radiant girl in their eyes was still diligently drawing. Her painting style was unlike anything they had ever seen before, yet it was incredibly beautiful, creating a romantic and ethereal atmosphere.

It possesses a gentle and agile quality that their era could not capture in writing.

The silence continued until Yan Jin was satisfied and stopped.

At this moment, before her were more than fifty different scenes from different periods, including figures, buildings, flowers, birds, fish and insects, weapons and chariots, and even the emperor's sacrificial ceremony to heaven.

The scenes range from breathtaking and ethereal to bustling and lively, including grand and magnificent battlefield scenes, playful and joking scenes at ancient banquets among friends, and of course, the majestic Forbidden City, as well as the grand military parade of the 21st century National Day, which combines land, sea, and air forces.

Each magnificent scene, like pages of a thick history book, gradually unfolded before the beasts.

Yan Jin stopped what she was doing and looked at the images that filled her eyes. She nodded in satisfaction. This was what the ancient Earth should have looked like. It was a sight that brought joy to people.

Those behind them remained stunned for a long time. Someone, seemingly quick to react, started clapping, 'Clap, clap, clap!'

Then came thunderous, resounding applause.

Yan Jin was startled and turned around abruptly. She saw a large number of orcs clapping enthusiastically behind her. She was momentarily stunned, but she immediately bowed in greeting.

Normally, she could sense any living being that wasn't close to her, but she was so engrossed in her drawing that she didn't notice there were so many people behind her.