Once the law of iron bones was done, they moved to the next active law: the Law of Burning Blood, this time for themselves. Before starting, they raised a multilayered barrier around the entire platform, pouring all their defensive methods into it. Only then did they begin to run.
They did not enhance their speed with techniques, yet their natural pace still reached nearly 2,500 kilometres per hour. Wind pressure ripped at their bodies, peeling at skin and muscle, but they didn't slow down.
They ran until their lungs burned and their condition matched Kamal, Neelam, and Sanya's earlier—bodies shaking, vision blurring, every step on the edge of collapse. Then they finally activated their healing arts, knitting flesh and bone back together in moments.
When they caught their breath and looked around, they saw the aftermath of their "warm‑up." Deep scratches marred the supposedly indestructible platform, and the barrier around it was spider‑webbed with cracks.
The shockwaves and wind pressure they generated had been enough to wipe out a city—maybe several—if unleashed on the surface.
Working together, they stabilised the damaged shield, repaired the platform, and dismissed the remaining layers of defence. They were just about to move on to the next law when they turned back toward the edge of the cultivation ground.
Kamal, Neelam, and Sanya had already woken up and walked over at some point, and now they simply stood there in silence, eyes wide as they watched the two clones—full of shock, awe, and a new, burning determination.
Solar Clone stepped in front of them, genuinely curious. "Why did you wake up? We were going to let you sleep for an hour before starting the next round of training."
Kamal snorted, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "We're not the ones making noise. We thought an earthquake had hit. When we woke up, we saw that semicircle barrier covering this whole area. We couldn't see inside, but it wasn't hard to guess you two were in there."
Solar and Sacral Clone exchanged a look, then chuckled softly. "Since you're awake anyway," Solar Clone said, "let's move on to the next law."
He had already made preparations. "Next is the Law of Heat and Cold," he explained. "I'll be changing the temperature around you—sometimes freezing, sometimes scorching.
For this, each of you will go alone into a cabinet I've prepared. Inside, you'll face the heat and cold with just your body—no clothes, no protection. Don't worry about getting hurt; I'll be watching the whole time."
They all nodded without complaint and headed to their separate cabinets. After undressing, they sat cross‑legged on the reinforced floor, bracing themselves for whatever was coming.
Outside, Solar Clone raised his hand, and the training began with heat. At first he kept the temperature low, giving them time to adapt. Then, slowly, he began to increase it.
The cabinets were forged from special materials capable of withstanding extreme heat and cold, ensuring that nothing outside would be damaged no matter how far he pushed.
When his family finally reached their limit and started screaming hoarsely from the unbearable heat, Solar Clone did not end the session. Instead, he shifted the environment in an instant, plunging each cabinet into biting cold. Skin that had just been burning now felt like it was being stabbed by needles of ice.
When their cries weakened and their bodies began to go numb, he switched again. Heat, then cold, then heat once more—this cycle continued until Kamal, Neelam, and Sanya were lying on the floor, too drained to even scream.
Outside, Solar Clone and Sacral Clone stood with fists clenched, tears pricking at the corners of their eyes. They were not cruel, not heartless. Every time Sanya's weak voice broke into a sob, their hearts twisted.
They didn't want their family to suffer like this, but for the sake of the future, they had no choice. If there had been an easier path that still built a perfect foundation, they would have taken it without hesitation—but they both knew that shortcuts now would cripple their family later.
They also understood that this first time would be the worst. Once their bodies and minds adapted, the pain would become bearable, even familiar. Telling themselves that, they ended the session and rushed to their family's side, pouring out healing arts without holding back.
Under the combined restoration, Kamal, Neelam, and Sanya slowly pushed themselves upright. Their eyes were still red, their faces pale, but none of them complained. Instead, they met the clones' gazes and spoke almost together. "Go on," Kamal said hoarsely. "Next law." Neelam and Sanya nodded firmly beside him.
Solar Clone's throat tightened. He had prepared for resistance, anger, even tears and refusal, but not for this quiet determination. Not only had his family endured without blaming him—they were the ones urging him to continue.
He took a deep breath, forcing his emotions down, and nodded. "Alright," he said softly. "Then let's move to the next law."