After eating the food, the family moved to the garden to rest.
The garden greenhouse was quiet and full of fresh air. Everyone sat on the grass or on the benches. Rudra was playing nearby with Gyu watching him.
While resting, Sanya looked at Ankit and asked, "Brother, can anybody really create a cultivation system just like you?"
Kamal and Neelam also got curious. They leaned closer to hear the answer.
They had heard that people outside had started a big race. Everyone was trying to create a cultivation system that could increase their strength using Magic Energy.
But they also knew that Ankit had already created his own system many months ago. And because of that, he had become very strong.
Kamal then asked a question. "Ankit, you have come from the future, so you should know who created the first cultivation system, right?"
Ankit heard this and answered calmly to Kamal. "In my previous timeline, there was no such Magic Energy or cultivation system. That timeline was completely normal. Only in this timeline have I seen this energy.
"And Sanya, for your question, I can't give a clear answer. There are many unpredictable beings and geniuses out there. Any of them can create a cultivation system and become stronger."
While answering Sanya, Ankit remembered that mysterious being. The one who had said that all things are possible.
What if that voice gives a cultivation system to other humans? What if that being also gives them many resources?
Ankit didn't know if that being had only brought him to this timeline. Or if there were others like him.
What if that being also gives systems or resources to them?
And it could also be that the being hadn't brought him here. Maybe some other powerful being had done it.
Ankit had already started to stop relying on that voice. Even if it was not an enemy, Ankit would not trust it until he knew everything about that being.
Ankit could not say for sure that the being hadn't created other geniuses or given cultivation systems to others.
So he didn't give Sanya a direct answer. He only gave a vague one. But in the end, he added one line. "But I will not be defeated by them."
For his family's safety, he would give his everything. He would defeat anybody who threatened his family. He knew the pain of losing family. So he would definitely keep them safe this time.
Sanya, Kamal, and Neelam heard Ankit's words and got motivated. They also said together, "We will not lose to anybody."
But then Sanya smiled and said, "But before that, please rest for some time."
Everyone in the family began laughing after hearing her. The mood became light. Then their chat slowly died down, and they all began to rest properly.
The next day, the family and the clones started their daily routine again.
But Ankit only relaxed that day. He decided he would begin his cultivation from tomorrow.
Solar clone was now moving toward a quiet place. He wanted to refine an item that could carry many things in a small space. Just like the storage rings or pouches in xianxia novels.
It had become possible to make it now. Because root clone had perfected his control over the space element.
Solar clone wanted to create storage rings first. So they could store many things easily.
Even though the fortress was very big and its storage rooms were also large, those rooms were already almost full with crops and vegetables.
And it was not good to always keep digging more ground to make the storage rooms bigger.
So he decided to create storage rings first.
His ultimate aim was much bigger. He wanted to make the space inside the storage rooms expand using space elemental vyuhas.
For that, he would start with small storage rings. He would practice and make them step by step.
Solar clone arrived at his forging chamber.
He had already prepared everything. On the stone table lay several small ingots. These were special metals he had acquired long ago from East India, from the very origin point where Essence first flowed into the world. The metal still carried a faint natural hum of pure Essence.
First, he decided to make a simple ring base.
He took one small ingot. It was no bigger than his thumb. He placed it on the anvil.
The forty-ton hammer was too big for this work. So he formed a smaller hammer from compressed earth and metal. This one weighed only a few tons. Light enough for fine shaping.
He heated the ingot in the furnace until it glowed soft red. Then he began to strike.
Strike. Fold. Strike. Fold again.
Slowly, the metal stretched into a thin rod. He kept heating and hammering until the rod became even and smooth.
Then he bent the rod into a circle. He joined the ends perfectly. No seam could be seen.
He cooled the ring in the quenching trough. The metal darkened and became hard.
Now a plain silver-gray ring lay in his palm. Simple. Ordinary. No bigger than a normal finger ring.
But this was only the base.
Solar clone sat down cross-legged. He placed the ring on a flat stone in front of him.