Five days ago, before solar clone start creating scripture,
Ankit sealed his room door from the inside, making it look as if he is in secluded cultivation.
Silently, he activated Terrain Glide. Stone turned to liquid earth around him, and his body slipped through the floor like a shadow. He emerged on the lower level, then on the ground floor, then through the basement—and finally dove straight into the mountain itself. Layers of rock parted before his will until the heavy darkness brightened into soft blue.
He stepped out above the underground lake. The water was clear as glass, its surface breathing with faint light. Here, water‑type essence flow(or Sacral essence) flowed endlessly, the lake sitting directly beneath the origin point of that element like a natural spring. Ankit sat down on a flat stone at the shore, closed his eyes, and steadied his breath.
(From author:
Water-type essence flow = Sacral essence
Fire-type essence flow = Solar essence
Neutral-type essence flow = Root essence)
"The sacral pathways are full," he thought. "Next is to link them to the six yin meridians."
He sank his awareness into his lower abdomen. Eight thousand Sacral Energy pathways lit up like a vast blue web around his Sacral Core. With a single intent, he divided them—one thousand threads for each yin meridian: Lung, Pericardium, Heart, Spleen, Kidney, Liver.
And the extra two thousand sacral energy pathways goes to lung, liver, kidney, heart because of their importance. 500 each.
The threads extended outward, searching, until they touched the cool, quiet channels of the six yin meridians and began to fuse.
This fusion alone took almost two full days.
Once the link was stable, the threads started channelling Sacral essence into the yin meridians. Because the consumption was immense, Ankit had to continuously supply more Sacral essence.
He drew fresh Sacral essence from the underground lake and, at the same time, compressed it inside his Sacral Core before sending it into the meridians.
This filling process lasted ten days.
One by one, each meridian filled with condensed water‑type essence, changing from an empty canal into a deep, heavy reservoir.
Kidney first, then Liver and Spleen in the lower body; Heart and Pericardium in the chest; finally Lung, where every breath drew gentle waves of power through him. When all six were full, Ankit moved to the final stage.
He guided the six glowing reservoirs into position around his Sacral Core, arranging them like six stars on an unseen circle.
Lines of essence connected them—Lung to Heart, Heart to Spleen, Spleen to Kidney, Kidney to Liver, Liver to Pericardium, Pericardium back to Lung—forming a bright hexagram with the Sacral Core at its centre.
The moment the "star" locked into place, all six yin meridians pulsed together. Their stored water‑type essence surged inward at once, compressing the Sacral Core until it became smaller, darker, and unbelievably dense, like a blue‑black sun at the bottom of an ocean.
Ankit's entire body trembled, then slowly stabilised under the new balance of power.
As the pressure settled, he felt the change spreading outward. Power no longer rose in short, ragged bursts but in long, steady waves, as if six deep rivers were feeding a single sea.
A casual draw on his strength made the underground lake arch into a glassy dome before falling back without a splash, yet his organs remained cool and comfortable, wrapped in the gentle chill of water‑type yin.
Old aches faded, his heartbeat steadied, and every breath carried more essence than ten before.
He opened his eyes by the lake, a faint smile on his lips.
The connection was complete—six yin meridians linked in a star formation around his Sacral Core, his foundation stepping into a new realm where recovery was faster, defenses thicker, and every future breakthrough would rest on this calm, ocean‑deep core.
Suddenly, Ankit clenched his fist and threw a casual punch toward the underground lake. The air cracked. Water exploded away from his knuckles and the lake parted in a long, hollowed corridor, the split surface stretching nearly three kilometres before slowly crashing back together.
"This substage is very complex," he murmured, feeling the steady surge of power in his veins, "but the strength it brings is equally terrifying. And it's still not complete. I've only finished the yin half. I still have to do the same with the Solar Core."
He reviewed the plan in his mind. "First, connect the eight thousand Solar Energy pathways to the Solar Core and open them fully. Then, fill them with condensed Solar essence. After that, link these pathways to the six yang meridians, and form a star array just like the sacral side. Only then will this substage truly be complete."
Ankit stood, stretched once, and sank into the rock with Terrain Glide. The cool stone of the underground lake gave way to crushing depths and rising heat as he dove straight down, passing through strata of earth until, three hundred and fifty kilometres below, he reached the fiery mantle where he had first opened his Solar Core.
He emerged onto a platform of dark, half‑molten rock. Rivers of magma glowed nearby, but to his solar‑fire body the temperature felt like a warm bath. He sat cross‑legged on the solidified crust, closed his eyes, and began to cultivate.