Wang Ran was bewildered.
What was going on with this wall painting?
Alive?
Why curse him to a bad death?
[Peiran's mighty power poured forth from the void, like melting snow from a mountain, surging forth, the eternal clock quietly came to a halt, until this indescribably great force submerged your body]
[You felt as if you were an insect trapped in amber]
[You coped twice]
[You couldn't hold on any longer]
[You triggered "Deity Descending"]
Wang Ran furrowed his brows, thinking that this damned wall painting was clearly targeting him; other Doomsday Apostles definitely hadn't gone through this.
But why?
He was seeing this painting for the first time; how could it recognize him, and moreover, seem to bear a grudge against him?
A line of golden shimmering text floated up.
[Your Mental Attribute has temporarily dropped to zero]
[A powerful deity has descended]
[He permits you to know His name]
[Tyrant King]