I have a Tantric panel

Everything around me was incredibly realistic.

Whether it was the stage lights, the perfume in the air, or the young Professor Aurora.

Everything is exactly like reality, vivid and real.

"I...entered the painting?"

"Is this the 'past' depicted in this painting?"

"Or is it an illusion constructed based on this model?"

Many questions arose in Xia En's mind.

Seeing that he didn't answer for a long time, Aurora on the stage wasn't disappointed, but instead chuckled.

"In that case, do your best to record this moment."

The voice just fell.

An easel and a blank canvas appeared in front of Xia En.

Record this moment?

Does that mean, draw this scene?

"Our era is one where the extraordinary sprouts from exploration, and art is made great by the veil!"

On stage, Aurora read aloud to the audience.

She is not an actress on stage, but a speaker and a guide.

"Painting, sculpture, opera, literature, dance... they can inspire one's spirituality and connect one with the ether."

"Human passion is the best fuel, and also a delicious treat that demons and monsters crave!"

"Without sufficient rationality, creators will eventually be consumed by the fires of passion."

Behind the stage curtain, a grand musical performance began, sounding like a very old song.

Followed by.

Shadowy figures in red appeared around the stage.

Their dance moves were graceful and their steps were light, moving in rhythm with the music.

However, none of the red-clad dancers had facial features.

Beneath a blank face, a high-pitched and poignant singing voice emanates.

"His smile was so gentle... Should I breathe? Should I listen?"

"Sink in, merge into, lose consciousness—this is supreme bliss!"

This is a line from Tristan and Isolde.

But at this moment, it has been given a new meaning.

The dancers in red surrounded Aurora in the center of the stage, as if trying to assimilate and submerge her.

"I said, I refuse."

Aurora responded with a song.

Like tranquil moonlight, it dispels the mad crimson.

Where her gaze fell, the red dance dress was torn to shreds.

"Breathe...listen...sink in...merge in..."

The singing continued.

More and more dancers in red dresses are taking to the stage to dance with Aurora!

Xia En looked at the canvas in front of him, knowing what he should do at this moment.

He picked up his paintbrush, dipped it in paint, and made the first stroke on the canvas.

The first painting was hastily done and crudely done, and looked terrible.

Shane took it off the easel and tossed it aside.

The second painting barely had any shape, but it was still very ugly.

Throw it on the ground.

Then came the third, the fourth, the fifth...

painting! painting! painting!

In a daze, Xia En almost forgot everything in reality.

The performance on stage was grand, and he continued to paint in the audience.

The pile of discarded drafts around me kept growing, but the drawings I produced always seemed to be missing something.

But all Xia En could do was put pen to paper again and again, and start over again and again.

Fifty pictures!

Eighty pictures!

One hundred!

Xia En copied hundreds of paintings, and his painting skills improved step by step. The women in the paintings became more and more lifelike, and slowly they became eight or nine parts similar to the scene on the stage.

However, whenever he drew those eyes, he always felt they lacked liveliness.

It lacks a touch of mystery.

I don't know how much time has passed.

Perhaps it will be a year, or even longer.

Shane's paintbrush stopped again.

The rest of the painting is perfect, except for the woman's eyes, which are not yet finished.

The last few strokes are the most crucial.

It was at this moment that...

Ara, on the stage, gazed at him from afar once more.

"Spirit! A painting without spirit is like a person without a heart; it is ultimately just a lifeless object."

Hearing this, Xia Enfu was deeply moved.

An invisible door opened before him.

It's as if some indescribable substance is drawn to and resonates with his spirit, falling along with his paintbrush!

next moment.

The person in the painting is finally complete.

Aurora in the painting smiles: "Congratulations."

A soft "pop" sound.

The entire stage space seemed to burst like a bubble.

When Shane opened his eyes again, he was back in his office, which was filled with easels and sculptures.

The setting sun outside the window had not yet disappeared, and its halo shone through the glass, creating a warm feeling that reminded one of a coffee on an autumn afternoon.

A glance at the gilded clock on the wall reveals that only three or four minutes had passed since it appeared in the painting.

But Xia En felt completely differently.

He looked down at his hands.

Even though he had hardly painted any pictures before, he felt like he was used to holding a paintbrush.

He has his own unique understanding of composition, color usage, and line drawing.

It seems that as long as you give him a pen and a canvas, he can easily create art.

"Is this the reward for deciphering occult paintings?"

Open the panel.

Several attributes have changed.

Rationality: 0 (-10%)

Passion: 0 (35%)

【Art (2) (22%) Interpretation——】

【绘画（2）；雕塑（0）；舞蹈（0）；音乐（0）；文学（0）】

[The following conditions must be met for this promotion: Progress 100%; Soul Point *1; Erudition ≥1; Any two sub-items ≥2.]

Xia En touched his chin.

The design of this panel is similar to a skill tree in a game.

Certain prerequisites must be met before subsequent skills can be unlocked.

The reason why there are five branches in [Art] is probably because his [Painting] has been elevated to (2)?

But how did the progress bar for rationality turn negative?

Xia En thought for a while and made a guess in his mind.

Interpreting a work of art is not without its costs.

Just as Aurora says in the painting—

"Without sufficient rationality, creators will eventually be consumed by the fires of passion."

Does this mean that interpreting a work of art consumes one's rationality?

As for what happens when rationality turns negative?

Just think about those artists who committed suicide, and you can get a general idea.

It seems that maintaining a rational and healthy mindset is also an extremely important part of the path to extraordinary success.

Although the desired [Soul Points] were not obtained, the gains from this effort were still exceptionally substantial.

This was a great deal!

Composing himself, Xia En rubbed his temples.

[Interpretation] It also consumes a lot of energy.

All he wants now is to get home quickly and get a good night's sleep.

Back at 221 Winchester Street.

As I was walking upstairs, I heard a noise coming from the room.

A man wearing a camel-colored overcoat came out.

His eyes were light gray, and his pale gold hair was combed to the right.

His eyes were deep-set, and he had a handsome face, yet he gave off a faint sense of oppression, as if all secrets could not be hidden from his eyes.

"Good evening, Mr. Lucius."

Xia En nodded and greeted the other person.

The other person's name was Lucius Moriarty, and he was the detective who lived downstairs.

Lucius's gaze fell on Shane.

At first, he was somewhat surprised, then a playful smile appeared on his lips.

He hadn't even spoken yet.

Xia Enyu's panel suddenly appeared.

[You have come into contact with a transcendent being who embodies the principles of "The Lamp" (for the first time)!]

[Soul Point +1!]