Chapter 300 Confusion

"Sir! Please take back my magical power!" Yi's face was full of unhappiness. He was depressed because no one believed what he said about the talent given to him by Wang Ran. Even Wang Ran, who gave him the talent, did not believe him. What was the use of this talent? It affected

his real life too much!

Wang Ran laughed dryly: "Hehe."

The [credit loan] he gave Yi was very useful before he owed the loan. He could gain unreserved trust and resolve the crisis of the giant beast with this talent. But it was different after he owed the loan. Yi suddenly became an unlucky guy with the word "lazy" written on his forehead.

No matter what he said, others subconsciously wanted to doubt him. If he didn't know the specific effect of this talent and had the loyalty of [Save the Suffering and Overcome the Disasters] to back him up, even he wouldn't be able to believe him.

"Thank you for your hardship." 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 believed him no matter what he said. This was actually a very useful talent, but he just hadn't figured out where to use this "talent"

for the time being. Let him figure it out for a few days, and then let Yi shine.

"For you, all the hardships are 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 I can be used, please don't forget it!"

Wang Ran nodded slightly: "I won't forget it."

Yi didn't like this talent mainly because this talent had never been put to use and only brought him negative feedback, but if Yi could shine because of this talent, I believe he would have no objection.

Besides, as long as Yi learns to speak sarcastically, it will not affect real life too much.

Wang Ran turned his head and looked at the distant continuous continent.

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

Ran flew towards the mainland with his hands on his back.

He thought that the ancients had mastered the Infinite Core, a divine artifact that could create the world, so what they left for their descendants would certainly not be shabby, and there might be some unexpected surprises.

Although he was sitting on the hub of the world, the Earth was the base camp of the gods. The ancients who once occupied the Earth must have discovered something related to the gods on the Earth, otherwise it would be impossible to perish together with the giant beasts with multiple saints.

"I hope there are 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 if I work hard."

Wang Ran found that the mainland seemed far away, but it was actually very close.

Just over half an hour later, his feet stepped on this land. There was a gravity of the right size near the land, 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 it was like opening a blind box. It would be meaningless to know what was in the blind box in advance. He wanted to see the ancient heritage in person in reality for the first time.

"What a simple door."

The door of this palace was ochre, without any superfluous carvings on the door, only two rectangular protrusions - door handles.

Wang Ran felt the fluctuations 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 noticed that the palace in front of him was in a state of time stillness.

This state is maintained on the door. Once the door is opened, time in the palace will resume flowing.

He held the door handle, and suddenly a sense of realization arose in his heart.

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 door like him, but he didn't know what their mood was

. Wang Ran pushed hard

. Creaky—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, 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 picture frames. The content of each one is different, whether it is a portrait or a landscape, there is a unique beauty that is difficult to conceal.

"What are these?"

Wang Ran showed a strange expression. He thought to himself, did the ancients build such a large palace just to store these paintings? It was too much trouble. 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 inspection, the doubts on his face became even more intense, because this painting was just an ordinary painting without any energy fluctuations.

He spread his mental power and enveloped the thousands of paintings in the palace. As a result, without exception, they were all ordinary paintings.

If there is anything special, it is that every one of them is very beautiful.

But that's all. Wang Ran has no art appreciation cells. No matter how beautiful these paintings are, he can't tell.

"What did the ancients mean by this?" His eyebrows were twisted together. The things in the palace were too different from his expectations. His heart was full of confusion. "What's the use of these paintings? What's the point of leaving 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 waving weapons and fighting hard, but also soldiers lying in a pool of blood and dying, flag officers standing on high places waving military flags and being shot through the heart by an arrow, and generals pacing back and forth in the tents with a shattered face, as well as women in the city who are worried about their husbands, and civilians who transport food and grass for the soldiers . There are all kinds of

things, all-encompassing.

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 such details as the bloodstains on the armor and the folds in the clothes. 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 Along the River During the Qingming Festival."

Wang Ran gave a fair evaluation.

He looked around, his clear eyes slowly passing through each painting. Although he did not understand art, he knew that the paintings preserved in this palace were the best of the best, and each one was a rare top-notch work of art.

But

he still did not understand why the ancients kept these paintings.

He showed a thoughtful expression: "There are many palaces like this, and there should be other things in those palaces."