One month, only one month until the trial officially ends.

All the Venerable Mansions were very busy, Lin Mo had already handed over all affairs to Jiang Rushi to handle. He himself was quite free, not training, spending his days sitting on the peaks, then returning to the study.

With the study door closed, he would stay there for a whole day, sometimes two. The Rain King and Luo Yu’er were busy with cultivation. Their qualifications were quite average, and if it weren’t for Lin Mo opening a small door for them, they probably wouldn’t have even stepped into the Star Sky Alliance. Now that they could join the Star Sky Alliance, the two were happy, but they also knew they needed to

train hard.

In the study, there was an old purple sandalwood desk placed in the center. This desk was specially made on Lin Mo’s instructions for Jiang Rushi to find someone to make. It was smooth and clean, without any fancy carvings, exuding an ancient and majestic atmosphere.

Lin Mo held a wolf-hair brush in mid-air, dipped it in ink from an inkstone, and splashed vibrant ink.

On the desk was a long piece of white silk paper, everything was exactly as it would be on Earth. In these days, other than going to see the scenery and ponder over problems, he would return to the study to write.

Slowly, his heart grew calm, and his heart realm also underwent a subtle change, becoming extraordinarily peaceful.

Realm is a very mysterious thing, unlike star power and law comprehension, which can provide direct, tangible improvements in strength. But Lin Mo knew that realm is the hardest thing to become strong with. Speaking of it is very contradictory, like some dominant figures recorded in Earth’s ancient history, such as Overlord Xiang Yu, who, despite living a heroic life, ended his life by the Wu River, like Emperor Ying Zheng, who unified the six countries, achieving an eternal legacy, praised throughout the ages, like the hero

Cao Cao, who would rather betray the world than let the world betray him, his writings timeless, left for future generations to speak of.

These dominant figures, placed in the universe, would be insignificant, but if let them grow in the Mystic Realm Sect, the Star Sky Alliance, could they still achieve hegemony and be renowned forever?

This is a very uncertain thing to determine, but one thing is certain: these people all had a realm. Without that realm, they couldn’t have accomplished such earth-shattering deeds.

"Realm, mystical!"

Lin Mo put down his brush. On the silk paper was a four-line poem, with vast and vigorous characters, possessing a certain charm that would also place it at the level of a grandmaster calligrapher on Earth.

"The beauty rolls up the beaded curtain, sits deep with furrowed brows. Only tears are seen wet, not knowing who her heart resents."

This poem is a five-character quatrain by the Poet Immortal Li Bai. Lin Mo put down his brush pen and sighed softly. Thinking back to when he first went to Xia Mengdie’s house, he would often see Xia Mengdie sitting alone in the study late at night, and when tired, she would fall asleep over the books, teardrops on her gentle cheeks. At that time,

he was too cowardly, too incompetent, spending his days drinking and gambling with disreputable friends.

For half a month.

Lin Mo lived like this, sometimes drinking, sometimes reciting poetry, but more often sitting alone in the study practicing calligraphy.

Jiang Rushi, Luo Yu’er, and Rain King all noticed it, not knowing what Lin Mo intended to achieve with it since these things had nothing to do with cultivation. The cosmos is vast and wide, but planets like Earth, considered end-of-dharma planets, are very few. Yet on that end-of-dharma planet emerged Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism, a scene of a hundred schools of thought contending, how many eternal heroes and how many deep emotional grievances are passed down, stories told for centuries, replaced on other planets where there is none of this.

On other planets, there is only cultivation, slaughter, and survival, whereas spending time like ordinary people to devote a lifetime to writing is impossible.

Writing like this, Lin Mo felt his heart realm was calmer than ever before.

A month’s time passed by swiftly.

On this day, Lin Mo, as usual, returned to the study from the small hills in the backyard.

In the study, a snow-white silk paper was spread on the purple sandalwood desk—Jiang Rushi would personally replace these items every day. Jiang Rushi was also very puzzled. She had come to recognize those characters over time. Lin Mo had directly imparted a great deal of knowledge to her through Divine Thought, which left her in shock. She had traveled through many stars, yet never encountered something like Earth, with no cultivation methods, yet so many strange things emerged.

Of course, Jiang Rushi was not unintelligent, quite the opposite, very clever. After comprehending some of Earth’s knowledge, her gaze on Lin Mo’s calligraphy changed accordingly. Every time Lin Mo practiced calligraphy, she would watch, feeling a different aura contained within those calligraphy scrolls.

Unlike the last time when Lin Mo wrote ’swordsman’, filled with murderous air.

Some scrolls made her heart calm, some made her feel sad and tearful, unable to hold back her tears, reminding her of her husband.

Today.

Lin Mo was about to write again. He took a deep breath, picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and suddenly paused.

During this period, he had been writing either poems or lyrics filled with emotions, venting his inner longing and guilt. "In the past, when my mother was bullied, Xia Mengdie was bullied, I just wanted to have some skill, to make those who bullied them regret it, to take revenge for them, to protect them with my strength. Now that my cultivation realm has grown, is my heart still bound by this ’small family’ thought?"

"Scholars speak of cultivating oneself, regulating the family, governing the country, and bringing peace to the land. I can’t even regulate the family, Xia Mengdie is still not found back. But we have met again, I have the opportunity to bring her back to my side. Then what should my heart realm be next?"

"To become strong, should one have a heart that encompasses the world?" Lin Mo exhaled, his eyes growing sharper. Then a sense of heroism spread across his chest, his brush pen shaking, strokes firm and dynamic as if dragons were swimming and clouds were soaring, spreading over, a battlefield’s spirit of grandeur

resonating at the pen’s tip...

"My hair stands on end as I lean to the railing, the rain subsides... Thirty achievements turn dust and earth, eight thousand miles of road cloud and moon."

"Humiliation of Jingkang, in dangerous times, minister’s hatred, when will it be avenged..." It turned out to be the words of Yue Fei, a general of the Song Dynasty. In ancient history, Yue Fei was an unavoidable, most tragic hero. With the splashing ink of his brush, Lin Mo’s heart was also on fire with rampant anger and grand ambition, thoroughly suppressing thoughts of longing and sorrow.

Putting down the brush!

Lin Mo’s face was flushed, his heart realm undergoing a change, becoming broader and filled with a spirit of grandeur.

In the Divine Sea, surrounded by various laws, the miniature golden figure of Lin Mo suddenly opened its eyes, with eyes shining with bright golden light, becoming vivid as if it had come to life.

And with the awakening of the golden figure, the scenes of various laws surrounding it immediately boiled, as if the golden figure could guide these laws at any moment, thoroughly suppressing them.

In an instant, the study was filled with a flood of golden light like a tide, a crimson-gold pillar of light shot from the study towards the sky, lighting up thirty thousand miles and illuminating the Wugen Star Sea!

Luo Yu’er saw it.

Rain King saw it.

Jiang Rushi saw it.

All the Venerables saw it, Lord Tao also saw it... "Young master, you’ve broken through the Star Domain Level!" Jiang Rushi shouted, tears streaming down her face.