In the Shanshui Mansion.
Lin Mo sat cross-legged beside a small lake, eyes closed in silent meditation, not cultivating but simply sitting still. The cultivation of the realm is an extremely mysterious and unquantifiable thing.
By relying on the Buddhist and Taoist classics brought back from Earth, reading them daily, his heart has become increasingly peaceful, yet as firm as a rock. Lin Mo merely borrowed some ideas from Taoism, combined with his own cultivation, to harden his Heart Realm and pursue the path of the strong.
A childlike heart, the way of sincerity, unity of knowledge and action, eyes looking at the bridge to the other side.
Only by staying focused, persevering, believing in oneself, and acting, can one see that they have already reached the strongest realm.
Suddenly, Lin Mo opened his eyes and exhaled softly, looking at the water as water, the mountain as still a mountain, and the fish as still fish.
