Blood Throne

Chapter 17 A Painting

It was about two meters long and one meter wide. This was the painting.

If you looked at it carefully, you could see that the picture seemed to be filled with a layer of fog. The fog rolled on the picture, but it did not disperse. The fog did not spill over the frame's borders... It seemed like that but actually, the fog did not exist in reality. You knew that it did not exist, but it covered your vision, making it impossible for you to see the picture clearly.

This feeling made people very uncomfortable.

How to say?

It was like a guy who was afraid of heights sitting on a roller coaster, or sitting on a big pendulum that was several times faster than normal, making people dizzy. The feeling of suffocation and nausea was unbearable.

Ryan also felt dizzy.

His head was heavy, his feet were light, and the ground seemed to be shaking gently, which was a little disgusting.

Albert leaned against the chair. There was a soft cushion between the back of the chair and his back. He looked at Ryan. The expression on his face did not change. There was a trace of regret in his eyes.

Seventeen, a little older.

There were only one or two talents among the tens of thousands of people. If this talent was not discovered, as time passed, it would gradually be swallowed up by the laws of reality. For example, at Ryan's current age, even if he was originally a talent, he might not be anymore now.

Only before the age of ten was the best.

After that, Lord would slowly take back his talent.

Therefore, Albert did not have expectations for Ryan.

In fact, this was also good.

Talents could step into the transcendence and grasp mysterious power, but it was not necessarily a good thing.

The world behind the Door of Transcendence was extremely dangerous. Over the past ten thousand years, countless extraordinary beings had fallen, or perhaps they had joined the Devil.

Not only did they have to fight the demons of the outside world, but they also had to fight the demons in their hearts. If they were not careful, they would lose control and be contaminated, becoming demons that they despised.

Just like himself...

Now, he could only hide in this house, and the room he stayed in could not be exposed to light. Speaking of which, he could not remember how long it had been since he had seen sunlight!

Alas...

He was lucky. Even if he was like a prisoner, even if his entire body was full of problems, he was still alive in the end. As for his companions, apart from a few who were still alive, most of them had already turned to dust.

Those ordinary people of the same age as him, for example, Devon, could freely enjoy sunlight, rain, sea breeze... He had a large family with many children. Although his life was ordinary, he had his enjoyment.

In fact, he was envious.

Therefore, having talent was not necessarily a good thing.

If, at that time, he did not cross that door, what kind of life would he have now?

A bitter smile appeared on Albert's face.

When one is old, it is inevitable not to think a lot.

Subsequently, his eyes narrowed and his pupils contracted slightly.

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

Albert also stood up. There was a pocket watch in his hand. It was made of brass and had been rubbed many times. The watch was smooth and shiny. The hour pointer was golden which seemed to be made of gold. The minute pointer was blood red which seemed to be made of blood. The second pointer that spun faster was dark green, like a slender leaf, which made a ticking sound...

In this house, he could still cast spells.

Even if he had less than ten percent of his strength left, he could still protect this little bastard in front of him and prevent him from being harmed.

Energy!

This fog was some kind of energy!

In his sea of consciousness, Book of Gold was spinning with golden light shining brightly.

There were actually several types of energy.

Power of Faith of Jeff White, which was constantly coming through the invisible channel, was a kind of energy. At the time when he was at his mother's grave, he suddenly bumped into a strange phenomenon. It was like bumping into a ghost. It was another kind of energy. After that, the magic fluctuation emitted by the book in the cultivator's arms was actually also a kind of energy... All of these could be absorbed by Book of Gold.

If Book of Gold was a car, the energy would be poured into it and then converted into gasoline, which could drive it.

Of course, there was also a difference.

In front of him, the fog that filled the painting was also a kind of energy.

However, Book of Gold was not interested in this energy at all.

The change was not instinctive but driven by Ryan.

This was the first time Ryan took the initiative to control Book of Gold.

Fortunately, he did not fail.

Now, his soul was already closely connected to the Book of Gold.

If the Book of Gold was a car, once the car started moving, his spirit would be something like a steering wheel or a brake. He would be able to control the direction of the car and also be able to stop at any time.

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

In the center of his pupils, there seemed to be a faint golden light.

It was like a bubble bursting. At that moment, the fog that filled the picture disappeared without a trace. As Ryan wished, his eyes fell on the painting. It was a very strange painting.

"Well..."

Albert held the pocket watch and stood up.

It was a tree, and there was a huge, unknown strange tree growing in the picture. The crown of the tree was like an umbrella cover, and thousands of branches hung down. Those branches seemed to be alive, dancing on the eerie canvas.

It was a space.

Behind the canvas was a space, a gloomy and damp space.

Ryan even smelled the smell of rotten branches and leaves, making people want to vomit.

Countless heads were hanging on the branches of the strange tree. The heads were like smoke, constantly changing their appearance. There were men and women, old and young. Their expressions were all different, and their emotions were constantly changing...

There was a voice in his sea of consciousness.

The voice did not go past his ears but was directly received by Ryan's nerves.

They were calling for Ryan.

"Come on, come on..."

It was irresistible!

Ryan walked forward. Although his footsteps were slow, he was walking forward.

He was about to walk into the painting.

He was about to walk into that strange space.

Albert stared at Ryan with a serious expression.

It was clear that Ryan was a talented person. If he was an ordinary person, in his eyes, this would only be an ordinary landscape painting. They could not even sense the layer of fog that covered the spatial door, let alone be affected by the space.

This small space was a prison.

A prison for the dead souls.

Once he entered this space, Ryan's soul would be torn apart by the dead souls. In the end, he would become one of them. His flesh and blood would turn into soil, providing nutrients for the dead soul tree.

Albert was the supervisor of this prison.

Of course, he could not let Ryan walk into this prison.

At the critical moment, he would close that space.

Now, he needed to observe Ryan and see how long he could last. The longer he lasted, the higher his talent, and the stronger his will. In the past, he had also endured this test which lasted for a minute.

He was already outstanding enough!