For the Law of Heat and Cold, he would create extreme temperatures around them, raising and dropping the environment from scorching to freezing, training their bodies and wills to endure both blazing heat and bitter cold without breaking.
For the Law of Wound and Healing, he had prepared controlled trials: shallow cuts, bruises, and strain, followed by healing, again and again, until their fear of pain dulled and their recovery speed soared.
For the Law of Observing Eyes, he planned drills where his family would have to watch and remember tiny details—changes in stance, flickers of aura, shifts in air flow—under time pressure, sharpening their perception until nothing escaped their notice.
For the Law of Silent Tongue, he would enforce periods where no one was allowed to speak, no matter what happened, training them to endure discomfort, hold back impulse, and listen more than they talked.
For the Law of Empty Stomach, he was ready to control their meals, letting them eat just short of full satisfaction, teaching their bodies to function under hunger and their minds to stay clear even when their stomachs protested.
And finally, for the Law of Heart Vow, he would have each of them make a solemn promise—from the deepest part of their hearts—about why they wanted strength, binding their determination to that vow so that, whenever they were on the verge of giving up, their own hearts would pull them back onto the path.
Just as Solar Clone finished putting everything in place, Kamal, Neelam, and Sanya arrived at the cultivation ground. Sacral Clone came with them, his expression calm but curious.
Sacral Clone was the first to speak. "How exactly do you plan to train them? They can't cultivate yet, you know."
"I know," Solar Clone replied. "I'm not going to make them cultivate—"
Before he could finish, Sanya exploded. "What? You woke me up this early and now you're saying I can't cultivate?" she almost cried, glaring at him as if he had betrayed her.
She rushed to Neelam's side and complained in one breath about how Solar Clone had yelled in her ear and scared her so badly her heart felt like it would jump out of her chest.
Neelam and Kamal both frowned, their gazes turning sharp as they looked at Solar Clone. They also wanted an explanation. Why had he dragged them out here at dawn if not to teach them cultivation?
Seeing the situation slipping out of control, Solar Clone quickly raised his hands. "Enough, all of you, listen first," he said firmly. "I'm not going to teach you cultivation yet—but I am going to teach you a training method that will help you cultivate much faster in the future.
This is a scripture I created especially for you. With my knowledge, if you can follow it properly, you'll become geniuses among geniuses. When the time comes to truly cultivate, your speed will leave ordinary people in the dust."
His words hung in the morning air. Kamal, Neelam, and Sanya fell silent. Their faces were still serious, but their eyes lit up, stars of expectation shining inside them.
They all knew, from Ankit's explanations, how difficult cultivation really was. Yet now they were being told there was a way to prepare themselves, to become strong enough that the path ahead would open more easily. The thought alone was enough to turn their irritation into excitement.
Even so, there was doubt in their hearts. Could cultivation really become faster just by practicing a single scripture?
Sacral Clone narrowed his eyes. "What are you even talking about? Are you treating cultivation like a game? You do know it's hard work and dangerous, right?"
Solar Clone didn't want to explain everything out loud. Instead, he said calmly, "Just connect with me and see for yourself. I'll show you my new invention directly."
He opened his mind and allowed a link to form. Only Ankit could freely connect to his clones without permission; clones could not connect to each other or to the main body unless both sides agreed.
Sacral Clone followed his instructions and linked with him. A heartbeat later, his expression changed—curiosity vanished, replaced by pure amazement.
"Wow," Sacral Clone breathed. "That's some heaven‑defying thing I've created. As expected of me."
Solar Clone gave him a flat look and chose to ignore the shameless self‑praise. He turned back to Kamal, Neelam, and Sanya. "Dad, Mom, Sanya… this scripture is very, very hard," he said seriously.
"But I promise you this: if you can follow it, you will go far on the cultivation path. Your strength and your lifespan will both grow far beyond normal limits."
He let his words sink in before continuing. "However, there is one condition. You must follow it with all your will and determination. You cannot stop, not even for a single day.
This scripture is built entirely on persistence. If you keep going, you'll be rewarded. If you break the rules and give up halfway, you will lose everything you built and have to start again from the beginning."