After Solar Clone finished explaining, he clapped his hands once. "Alright, enough talking. Let's start the Law of Burning Blood."
Kamal was the first to move, breaking into a run without any hesitation. Neelam followed right after him, and Sanya hurried to catch up. At the start they ran fast, squeezing out all their strength to push forward—but after just one lap around the cultivation ground, all three of them were gasping, their legs heavy and lungs on fire.
Even so, this was already above normal. Thanks to the Essence Flow food they had been eating, Kamal, Neelam, and Sanya were stronger than ordinary humans, yet even they were completely drained after a single round.
Solar Clone stepped forward before they could collapse. "Don't stop," he called out. "Keep running. I can see you still have energy. If you really reach your limit, I'll be the one to stop you. Remember, right now you're building your foundation.
The future will be much harsher than this. If you can't endure now, you won't be able to keep up with me later."
Sanya panted, words breaking between breaths. "But… Brother… I don't have… any strength… left…"
Kamal and Neelam were just as exhausted, but Kamal didn't say a word. He gritted his teeth, fixed his eyes on the path ahead, and kept running. He knew that if he persisted now, he would be rewarded later.
Seeing her husband push on, Neelam forced her legs to move again. As she drew level with Sanya, she reached out and squeezed her daughter's hand. "Sanya, if you don't want to be left behind, follow us," she said. "Trust your brother. If he says you're not finished, then you're not."
Sanya glanced at Solar Clone. He met her eyes and smiled. "Sanya, don't worry," he said gently. "Even if you get hurt, I'll heal you right away. Just run without holding back. I'll stop you when it's truly enough.
And remember this: when you feel completely exhausted, when you think you can't breathe anymore—endure for ten more breaths. Don't stop before that."
She didn't answer, but the next second her small feet started moving again. Solar Clone's smile deepened. For a nine‑year‑old girl, his sister was already stronger than most adults in spirit.
The family kept running until their lungs felt like they were burning. When each of them finally reached the point where even ten more breaths felt impossible, Solar Clone raised his hand at last. "Stop."
Kamal, Neelam, and Sanya collapsed onto the ground, chests heaving. Solar Clone and Sacral Clone walked over and summoned Refreshing Breeze Healing from their wind‑series techniques.
A cool, gentle wind swept across the training field, wrapping the three of them in a soft embrace. It eased the stabbing pain in their chests, soothed the fire in their muscles, and made every breath feel a little lighter and cleaner.
They didn't stop with just one technique. After the wave of Refreshing Breeze Healing, the two clones layered every healing method they knew over Kamal, Neelam, and Sanya, washing away dangerous strain and stabilising their bodies.
Previously, the three of them had been sprawled on the ground, completely exhausted—breathing unevenly, eyes bloodshot, clothes drenched in sweat, legs trembling without control.
But as the healing light and cool wind soaked into their flesh, their breathing slowly evened out, the shaking in their limbs calmed, and the stabbing pain in their chests faded to a dull, distant ache.
But as the healing light and cool wind soaked into their flesh, their breathing slowly evened out, the shaking in their limbs calmed, and the stabbing pain in their chests faded to a dull, distant ache.
A gentle warmth wrapped around them, soft and secure, as if they had been pulled into a mother's embrace. No one said anything; one by one, they slipped into sleep right there on the training field.
Solar Clone frowned slightly. He was about to wake them—today's practice wasn't finished yet—but Sacral Clone raised a hand to stop him. "Let them rest," he said quietly. "This is their first day. An hour of sleep won't ruin anything. For now, we should go train as well."
Solar Clone paused, then nodded. The two of them moved away from the sleeping trio and headed toward a separate area of the cultivation ground. He had made preparations for their own regimen too.
With their current strength, each clone could casually lift around ninety tons—not only because they carried about eighty percent of Ankit's power, but also because Ankit himself had not yet completed Substage Three.
Solar Clone stepped onto a massive platform forged from fully compressed earth. It weighed nearly four hundred tons, yet its size was only that of a small field, its hardness surpassing any known material on Earth.
This was the training ground he had built for Ankit and his clones; if they trained on the normal floors of the fortress, everything would have been shattered long ago.
Ten tons a day would keep their progress sharp, and Solar Clone knew it would become brutally hard later—but he and Sacral Clone were committed to this path.
Both clones leaped onto the platform. In front of them lay a block of compressed weight—one hundred tons of solid mass. They lifted it without calling on any other powers.
Both knew that using abilities to assist would ruin the purpose of the training; even as the creators of the Mortal Foundation Scripture, they were not allowed to cheat its rules.