"Let me give it to you as a memento."

"Whether you use it immediately or keep it as a souvenir, it's better than leaving it here to gather dust."

Lin Guang felt a stir in his heart.

A Tier Five Array System that consumes less energy than almost all of the spirit rune arrays on the market?

Wait a minute.

——That might really be quite meaningful.

"Alright, Teacher Liu, I shall accept it graciously then."

...

Time passes.

Another half month has gone by.

Late November.

Lin Guang stepped down from the [Hanhai-7] model, and alone, he arrived at the top floor of the familiar corridor of Building One, stopping before the painted ancient redwood door.

Without hesitation, he pushed the door open and entered.

In the next moment.

The scene before him swiftly transformed.

The dim corridor changed into that familiar, ancient pavilion built halfway up the mountain.

The view in front of him was still as refreshing and delightful.

Lin Guang stood before the drawing table, unsurprised, as he took out a dark bamboo brush from his waist that somehow appeared there.

——Counting the trial, today was the fifth time attending lessons.

This teacher's way of teaching was quite peculiar; they never presented themselves personally nor explained any basic theories already provided in the inheritance.

Every time, they would "request" a few different "models" out of thin air for Lin Guang to draw.

At times, it was a motionless spiritual artifact with ether swirling non-stop.

At other times, it was a living Spirit Beast.

Sometimes, they would even cause a drastic change to the things in this world, having him draw the world he saw.

In these two months of learning, Lin Guang was like a sponge thrown into the ocean, absorbing everything with a nearly greedy stance.

Almost every lesson required him to draw for several days within this world where time flowed differently from the external world, constantly receiving guidance.

By this calculation, he had lived here for almost twenty days, and the discarded drafts he drew could probably drown him.

The other side seemed to have grasped that he possessed True Intent, requiring only a short rest to recover his spirit, nearly always pushing him to his limits, each time drawing until his spirit was scattered, and he became lightheaded.

But we cannot deny…

His artistic skill and his application of those four Spirit Patterns were improving at an incredible speed, under the silent pressure of both the inheritance and this teacher.

He raised his brush, quietly waiting for the arrival of the model.

Yet, there was no movement in this world for a long time.

Lin Guang was a bit puzzled, and suddenly, a voice that was hard to identify, filled with ancient style and arrogance, echoed in the valley.

"During these days, you have sketched many things. I'm somewhat tired of watching."

"Today, don't draw anything else, just draw what you want to draw."

Lin Guang was slightly stunned.

Draw what he wants to draw?

To be honest.

After such high-intensity training and receiving this level of inheritance, although he might not be remarkable in this teacher's eyes, his artistic skills would undoubtedly be considered excellent by ordinary people; in independent paintings, whether in composition or execution, there should be no problem.

But…

What to draw?

People?

Objects?

Scenes?

In the end, the mentor having him draw what he wants certainly carries its own consideration.

Is it to see what he wants to express?

For some reason, a surge of impulse sprung forth from the deepest corner of Lin Guang's heart.

—Is there something that has been hidden in his heart for a long time, unknown, but wanting to let others know, let others see?

Maybe...

There indeed is.

"..."

Lin Guang suddenly realized what he wanted to draw.

He took a deep breath, then picked up the brush, directly using his boundless Spiritual Power and Source Stone Crystal as ink, slowly and resolutely painting on the pure white rice paper.

Compared to past sketches.

This time, Lin Guang's speed was not fast, but there was an indescribable solemnity and focus.

It wasn't a simple drawing of people or landscapes.

But an immense battlefield.

It wasn't the scene of reality, but a mirage he experienced in the inheritance at Celestial Ladder Mountain.

It was the bygone phantom recalled by the strongest Demon God Qing Yueyang in the Refining Heaven Realm, using the memory and arrays of his nemesis Liu Cheyi.

...…

Time slowly passed.

This artwork gradually took form.

The background of the battlefield was the endlessly swirling insectoid Demon Race, akin to a dark tidal wave obscuring the sky.

And in the face of that endless insect tide, each cultivator dressed in ancient attire burned with dazzling radiance, turning into meteors, rushing towards the demon nest in the heart of those mountains.

Compared to the overwhelming Insect Race, the number of cultivators was sparse, yet they occupied the core position of the entire painting, possessing unspeakable righteousness and conviction.

Compared to them, those demons known only for destruction appeared hideous yet ignorant, seeming so grotesque.

Almost every meteor had the visage, personality, and temperament of an indelible cultivator Lin Guang captured at the time.

The four Spirit Patterns unknowingly integrated into his stroke by stroke, embedding his momentum, memory, and thoughts therein.

Even the [Heaven Refining Acupoint] subtly pulsated within his Sea of Spirit, granting some aid.

Finally.

The last stroke fell, and the painting was completed.

Instantly, an overwhelming force of heaven and earth was stirred, infused into this painting.

Perhaps because the scene was too grand, and Lin Guang's cultivation was insufficient.

It didn't burst forth like his previous sketches but slowly floated up, projecting its image in the heavens.

Lin Guang raised his head, gazing at the sky.

This painting remained static.

The demons and cultivators stayed motionless.

Yet it seemed dynamic.

The fierce breath of war, the resolve and conviction, even the flow of demonic qi and true yuan, as if all were vividly apparent.

Anyone seeing it would feel the stories and history belonging to the Refining Heaven Realm within.

After calming his emotions

"Teacher, I have finished drawing."

"...…"

After a long while, the voice echoed in the valley.

"Acceptable."

Just two words, yet it stirred a mixed feeling of joy and complexity within Lin Guang's heart.

This was the first time this picky teacher didn't raise any critiques throughout the entire painting process and also the first time expressing such acknowledgment.

The voice continued to ask, "Why did you think of drawing these?"

Lin Guang pondered: "No particular reason."

"Just some thoughts. Since they have been recorded by me, and I have learned drawing here with you."

"I also want others to know, let others know."

He gently said: "At least in some world… these people once lived, this world once existed."

"As long as someone remembers, their existence doesn't entirely vanish."

"...…"

"Hmm."

"Not bad."