He took a deep breath, forcing his emotions down, and nodded. "Alright," he said softly. "Then let's move to the next law."
Solar Clone led them through the remaining Mortal Laws one by one. First came the Law of Wounds and Healing: controlled impact drills, falls, and simple exchanges that left their bodies bruised and aching. This time, he did not heal them at all, letting their flesh and blood recover naturally so their resilience would grow on its own.
After that was the Law of Still Mind. He cut off their senses one by one and made them sit in utter darkness, breathing slowly, watching their thoughts rise and fall without latching onto fear or pain. When they finally opened their eyes again, their gazes were calmer, steadier.
Then came the Law of Heart Vow. Standing together, they closed their eyes and each made a silent promise in their hearts—reasons to grow stronger, oaths they would not betray even if the path turned cruel. No one spoke their vow aloud, but Solar Clone could feel the shift in their auras.
When the vows were complete, he gave his next order. "For the next three hours, you are not allowed to say a single word," he said. "Simply stay beside me, eat, rest, and watch everything in silence—each sound, each movement, every change in your own body."
Those hours would finish the Law of the Silent Tongue and quietly lay the groundwork for the true training of the Law of Observing Eyes that would follow.
Only after those silent hours passed did he finally say, "Follow me. It's time for breakfast."
In the kitchen, Solar Clone cooked with practiced ease, preparing dishes rich with essence, every ingredient chosen to nourish bones, blood, and spirit. When the food was ready, he served his parents and Sanya, watching them closely with his powers as they ate.
The moment he sensed their stomachs approaching fullness, he raised a hand. "Stop there," he instructed. The Law of the Empty Stomach allowed no indulgence.
His family did not complain or even question him. They set their utensils down and accepted the faint hunger that remained, treating it as part of their cultivation.
After breakfast, he let them lie down and rest in silence for three more hours, completing the first day's practice of the Law of the Silent Tongue.
Only then did Solar Clone wipe his hands and look at them seriously. "After this," he said, "I'll create different elemental puppets. Your job is to watch them carefully—how they move, how they attack, how they defend. Remember every detail." The real training of the Law of Observing Eyes was about to begin.
He raised his hand, and the air rippled. In the next instant, water puppets, earthen golems, ice constructs, and shadowy figures took shape around the training field, each about the size of a person.
With a flick of his fingers, all of them started to move, sprinting around the family in a wide circle. To Kamal, Neelam, and Sanya, it looked like pure chaos—dozens of puppets running wildly without any pattern at all.
When the puppets finally stopped and dissolved, Ankit asked calmly, "Did you think they were just running in random directions?"
"Yes."
"Yes."
"Yes."
All three answered at the same time.
Solar Clone shook his head. "No. They weren't running wildly. While moving, they were tracing the shape of a lotus. You didn't see it because you only looked from your own point of view. To truly observe, you have to step beyond that, imagine the whole field from above, and think outside the box." He smiled faintly. "Let's try again. You can do it."
He snapped his fingers, and new puppets appeared. This time, they ran in a tightening spiral, weaving past one another without colliding, their paths slowly sketching a coiling dragon that wrapped around an invisible core.
When he stopped them and asked for the answer, the three still shook their heads, frustrated; they had tried their best to follow every movement, but the full shape escaped them.
Solar Clone did not get angry. He summoned the puppets again and set them running in a different pattern—now they darted back and forth like strokes of a brush, gradually outlining the silhouette of a towering tree with spreading branches.
Neelam's eyes suddenly widened. "It's a tree," she said quietly.
Solar Clone's lips curved. "Good job, Mom."
He formed another set of puppets. This time they moved in sharp, angular paths, cutting across the field to form a many‑pointed star. Kamal narrowed his eyes, replaying each line in his mind, then nodded. "A star," he said.
"Correct." Solar Clone waved his hand once more.
The next pattern was more complex. The puppets flowed like water, looping and crossing to create interlocking circles within circles. All three stared hard, but in the end none of them could name it.
For the following pattern, the puppets wove together into the outline of a soaring bird with spread wings. Sanya's hand shot up at the same time as Kamal's. "A bird!" they called together.
"Right again," Solar Clone said, glancing at both of them with approval.