I have a Tantric panel

"As per the rules, you can enjoy this white canvas for the next three days."

Before officially entering, Anthony explained the precautions.

"My advice is that you stay in the society's spare lounge and try not to waste any time."

"In addition, if you experience a headache or hear whispering in your ear, you must stop immediately!"

Anthony's expression was particularly serious when he said this.

"A pure white canvas is actually a relatively safe and mysterious item."

"But in the world behind the curtain, even a single wrong step could plunge you into an endless abyss."

Xia En nodded emphatically.

"Relax."

Aurora smiled and said, "In my experience, as long as you are not too greedy and remain restrained, you can get what you want from a blank canvas."

"You've always done this very well."

Xia En suddenly remembered something.

"Your Excellency, may the time allotted for viewing the white canvas be transferred to someone else?"

Anthony raised an eyebrow.

"You mean...?"

Shane turned her head: "Professor Alara, would you like to take another look at this white canvas?"

Aurora was stunned.

A tiny pebble thrown into a calm lake creates ripples that spread across the entire surface.

Her eyes softened: "Thank you, Shane."

"But... I don't need this anymore."

"A painter can only receive the blessing of the white canvas once, and I have already won the gold medal in the competition—which is why only newcomers participate in the White Canvas Award."

"I see."

Xia En looked enlightened.

Anthony's gaze grew increasingly appreciative: "Aurora, you have a better eye for students than I do."

"Is that even a question?"

"...You really haven't changed at all."

"Alright, enough chit-chat. Once I break the seal, Xia En can go in."

Anthony took a pencil out of his pocket and walked to the easel, about ten meters away.

He picked up a pen and wrote a name in mid-air.

Click—

Unconsciously, one could almost hear the sound of a key being inserted into a lock and the lock cylinder opening.

Immediately, the invisible seal was broken.

Pure white ether leaked out in wisps, instantly filling Xia En's field of vision.

Strangely, the ether did not flow out through the open door.

Combined with the mysterious and blurred inscriptions on the walls and door frames around the exhibition hall.

It's easy to see that this is a double seal.

The small exhibition hall itself is on one floor;

The invisible air wall inside is also a layer.

"Go."

Aurora gently pushed his back.

Without hesitation, Shane walked straight toward the pure white canvas.

As he drew closer, the ether in the air grew increasingly dense.

Like a hazy mist, or like white seawater.

Until his gaze fell on the canvas.

Everything before my eyes seemed to be submerged in pure white.

It was pure white, yet also a layering of countless colors—warm gray, cool blue, mother-of-pearl-like iridescence… it had everything.

A realization dawned on Xia En's mind.

This white canvas represents not only emptiness, but also infinite possibilities.

And what I need to decide is...

What kind of mark should be left on this blank space?

Xia En was so engrossed in these thoughts that he gradually forgot about time.

……

……

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

During these three days, aside from necessary physical activities, Shane devoted all his time to observing this white canvas.

A certain ether and his spirituality gradually merged, becoming one.

Ultimately, it became his own.

The evening of the last day.

The setting sun outside the window cast a warm, languid orange glow on the walls of the exhibition hall.

Xia En stared at the white canvas in front of him, feeling a little sore in his eyes.

In the blink of an eye, the surface of the world seems to be gently lifted.

In a daze.

He felt that the white liquid, like mercury, slowly flowed into his pupils.

A more subtle, indescribable texture unfolded before his eyes.

You have witnessed a pure white canvas!

The secrets of the world have been partially revealed to you.

[Passion: 1→2 (37%)!]

【艺术：2→3（2+1）（100%）！】

May you remember that pure white that will never fade.

Xia En snapped out of his daze, and the white in his pupils quickly disappeared.

The world before my eyes is still the same as before, but something seems different.

Shane glanced at the "2+1" on the panel and gave a strange look.

Does this mean that the white canvas ignored the promotion requirements and helped his "art" level up?

At the same time, it did not erase the original progress.

It looks a bit like...

What are the extra levels granted by "items/constellations/star souls/resonance chains" in the game?

In any case, the experience of viewing the pure white canvas was truly enlightening.

Xia En can confidently assert that he is now capable of creating even better paintings.

It's not just about improving skills, but also about upgrading one's understanding of beauty and art.

"It seems you've gained quite a bit."

The voice came from behind.

Xia En turned his head.

Anthony, with white hair and a white beard, stood a few steps away with a smile on his face.

In fact, Anthony has been staying at the academy for the past few days.

Whenever he looked at the canvas, the old man would always watch over him from a short distance away.

In case of any unexpected events, we can take immediate action.

Xia En silently kept this unspoken concern in her heart.

"Thank you, Your Excellency."

"It's nothing. Anyway, I'm an old man with nothing to do."

Anthony asked, "Are you going straight home or going to see the art exhibition?"

"I'd like to see the art exhibition."

Shane hadn't had a chance to look closely at the other paintings in the exhibition yet.

Now is a good time.

After saying goodbye to Anthony, Shane went to the main exhibition hall.

The scene before him surprised him somewhat.

Three days have passed since the awards were announced, but there are still quite a few visitors in the exhibition hall.

This seems inconsistent with the positioning of the White Canvas Award for Emerging Artists Exhibition.

What Xia En didn't know was that this phenomenon was also closely related to him.

The main reason is...

Cecil, who was highly anticipated, only won the silver medal!

It's inevitable that some people will be curious about who came in first place and what their work was.

Furthermore, in an interview, Cecil stated frankly that Shane's talent was no less than his own.

This attracted many busybodies.

Setting aside his distracting thoughts, Shane began by looking at Cecil and Annabella's paintings.

Both paintings must have their own merits to have won awards.

However, I looked at it carefully for a while.

The panel didn't move, and no progress bar for "Interpretation" appeared.

This indicates that they do not yet meet the standards of occult paintings.

"This is the gold medal-winning work in this competition? It doesn't seem as good as Cecil's painting."

"Hmm, it just feels like something's missing."

Me too.

At that moment, Shane saw several visitors pointing and commenting on his copy of "To Victory".

He didn't want to pay attention to it.

After all, everyone has their own perspective, and it's normal to have different opinions.

But suddenly, Shane heard someone among the visitors whisper a rebuttal.

"How could that be?"

"This painting clearly feels more real, like... I personally participated in that war."

The speaker was a young man with freckles on his face.

She has delicate features, is not tall, and has a slender build.

He was dressed simply, and his tone was shy and hesitant.

It reminded Xia En of himself when he first arrived in the capital.

But for some reason, he felt that this person looked somewhat familiar.

While pondering.

The expensively dressed young men turned around, frowned, and stared at the freckled face.

"Hmm? You think... your artistic talent is superior to ours?"

"No...no, that's not what I meant."

The freckled-faced man was startled and stammered.

"But I genuinely think this painting is better..."

Seeing that he was about to cry, Xia En hesitated for a moment, but still went up to him.