What is a first-class savior?

"My lord! Please accept my supernatural power!" Yi's face was full of displeasure, and he was very depressed, because Wang Ran gave him this talent, no matter what he said, others would not believe it, even if he gave him the gift Even Wang Ran didn't believe him, so what's the use of this talent?

It affects real life too much!

Wang Ran laughed twice: "Hehe."

The [Credit Loan] he gave Yi was very useful before he owed the loan, and he could gain an unreserved trust. It was this talent that resolved the crisis of the giant beast, but it was different after he owed the loan. For the unlucky guy who wrote the word "Lao Lai" on his forehead.

No matter what he said, others subconsciously wanted to doubt it. If he didn't know the specific effect of this talent, and he also had the loyalty endorsement of [Saving Suffering] as Yi, even he wouldn't be able to believe Yi.

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

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

Let him ponder for a few days, and let Yi shine fiercely when the time comes.

"For my lord, all the hardships are worth it." Yi was a little disappointed, but he was utterly loyal to Wang Ran, and he felt much better immediately after receiving Wang Ran's comfort, "If there is anything I can use, my lord must definitely do not forget!"

Wang Ran nodded slightly: "I will never forget."

Yi doesn't like this talent mainly because it has been useless and only brought him negative feedback, but if Yi can shine because of this talent, I believe he has no objections.

Furthermore, as long as Yi learns to speak ironically, 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. I don't know what the ancients left for their descendants?"

Wang Ran flew towards the mainland with his hands behind his back.

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

Although I am sitting in the hub of the world, the earth is the base camp of the gods. The ancients who once occupied the earth must have unearthed something related to the gods on the earth, otherwise it would be impossible to die with the giant beast family with multiple saints.

"I hope to have the resources to improve my strength. I am only a false god now. I don't know when I will be promoted to a true god when I am immersed in hard work. I will build a high altar and ignite the divine fire."

Wang Ran discovered that the mainland seemed far away, but in fact it was very close.

Just over half an hour later, his feet set foot on this continent. There is a suitable gravitational force near the continent, and walking on it is like walking on the earth.

He walked outside a palace.

He didn’t use [real-time simulation] to deduce what will happen next, because just like opening a blind box, it would be boring to know what’s inside the blind box in advance. He hopes to see the heritage of the ancients for himself in reality.

"A very simple door."

The gate of this palace is ocher, without any extra carvings on the door, only two rectangular protrusions - the door handle.

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

The law of time is a node for him to condense his divine choice. He is very sensitive to the law of time, and he is keenly aware that the palace in front of him is in a state of static time.

This state is maintained on the door, and once the door is opened, the time in the palace will resume to flow.

He held the doorknob, and suddenly a feeling came into his heart.

The ancients did not see the current month, but this month once illuminated 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 how they felt.

Wang Ran pushed hard.

Squeak—the door swung open.

Wang Ran was stunned.

In the palace, there were no weapons, pills, armors, or strange things he didn't know. There were only paintings with different contents.

These paintings vary in size. The large ones can occupy an entire wall, while the small ones only have a frame of a few square meters. The content of each pair is different, whether it is a portrait or a landscape, there is a unique and difficult to hide beauty.

"these are"

Wang Ran showed a strange expression. He wondered if the ancients built such a large palace just to store these paintings. It must be Taixing master who moved the crowd. Could these paintings be something similar to Taoist talismans, which can release all kinds of weird and strange things? spell?

He carefully touched the painting closest to him with his mental power. This painting depicts a young girl rowing on the river. paintings without any energy fluctuations.

He spread out his mental power to cover thousands of paintings in the palace, but all of them were ordinary paintings without exception.

If there is anything special, it is that each pair is very beautiful.

But that's all. Wang Ran doesn't have the ability to appreciate art, no matter how beautiful these paintings are, he can't say one, two, three.

"What do the ancients mean?" His eyebrows were frowned. The things in the palace were too different from his expectations, and his heart was full of confusion. "What's the use of these paintings? What are they for future generations?"

Wang Ran walked to the center of the palace, and he was lost in thought while looking at the huge painting that occupied the entire wall of the palace in front of him.

This painting depicts a battlefield.

On the battlefield, there are not only soldiers wielding weapons and fighting hard, but also dying soldiers lying in pools of blood, flag officers standing on high places waving military flags and being pierced by arrows, and generals who are battered and battered pacing back and forth in their camps. There are women who worry about their lord in the city, 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 artist's brushstrokes are so delicate that not only the different looks of each person are drawn, but also details such as the blood stains on the armor and the folds of the clothes are drawn out. If you observe this painting carefully, you will have a kind of immersive experience. The illusion of its environment, as if you are standing on a high place overlooking the battlefield in the painting.

"This painting is even better than "Along the River During the Qingming Festival"."

Wang Ran gave a pertinent evaluation.

He looked around, his clear eyes slowly passing through each painting. Although he didn't understand art, he understood that the paintings preserved in this palace were the best of the best, and each one was rare and top-notch. artwork.

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

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