On Saturn, the Heart Clone sat quietly inside the Abode of the Sky, watching through the wide observation panels as the family floated safely outside, shielded by multiple layers of reinforced Protection that kept the crushing pressure, extreme cold, and swirling storms from touching them even for a second.
He hadn't joined them this time—there was no real danger, and his presence wasn't necessary—so he remained in the control spire, calmly reviewing the latest developments.
Just moments earlier, he had finished speaking with the last red-level talent who received a letter.
Every single one of them—after being drawn into their own dream worlds, tested, and offered the same terms—had agreed to become his disciples, just like Vera and Xinxuan.
Through the dream interactions, he had measured their states of mind and personalities in detail.
Some were greedy, chasing wealth and status above all else.
Others craved extreme lust or power for its own sake.
A few carried deep-seated arrogance or hidden insecurities.
He saw every flaw clearly, yet he still decided to give them all a chance.
He would not merely guide them to become stronger—he would develop them fully: body, mind, spirit, and character.
The Mortal Foundation Scripture he planned to impart would serve as the cornerstone—not only strengthening their innate talent but also refining their state of mind, tempering their personalities, and slowly burning away the worst of their flaws over time.
If, in the end, any of them failed to overcome their weaknesses and became a liability or threat, he would sever the relationship without hesitation.
But for now, they had potential—and potential deserved cultivation.
Just then, the family returned from their excursion around Saturn, stepping back through the gate with wide eyes and flushed faces.
Sanya rushed straight to him, practically bouncing with excitement.
"Brother! That was amazing! Now can we go to other planets? And after that, we'll go to the Sun, okay?"
The Heart Clone looked at her in genuine surprise, momentarily dumbfounded by the sheer boldness of the request.
He reached out and patted her head gently, voice warm but firm.
"Sanya, we can visit the other planets and explore them as much as you want. But we cannot go to the Sun. Even though the defense vyuhas on the fortress can withstand the heat and radiation, you wouldn't be able to explore the surface safely. I could endure it with my own power, but I can't protect all of you for long enough in that environment—and honestly, there isn't much to explore there anyway. It's just endless fire and plasma. So, no—we won't go to the Sun."
Sanya pouted for a second, processing his reasoning, then nodded slowly.
"Okay… I understand."
Then her eyes lit up again as a new idea struck her.
"Brother, can I control the fortress? Please?"
She looked up at him with the most pleading, hopeful expression she could manage.
The Heart Clone chuckled softly and nodded without hesitation.
"Okay. From now on, the fortress will be controlled by Captain Sanya."
Sanya squealed with delight, already imagining herself as the commander of their flying home.
Just then, a secure message arrived from Mordan through the black rock - communication device.
The Indian Prime Minister's voice came through clearly in the Heart Clone's mind.
"All the individuals have arrived safely here in India. They are waiting at the secure location. You can take them whenever you're ready."
The Heart Clone acknowledged the message with a small nod to himself.
Everything was proceeding as planned.
He turned to the family, voice calm and warm.
"Mom, Dad, I am going to Earth to bring my disciples."
His parents nodded calmly—they had already been informed earlier that he planned to bring some disciples, so they were fully prepared, and the idea of the fortress becoming lively with more people actually felt like a good thing.
***
In India, near the official residence of Prime Minister Mordan, a large, secure residence had been prepared—spacious enough to comfortably accommodate twenty disciples (two with purple talent and eighteen with red-level talent) along with their families.
In the residence's beautiful garden, many servants moved quietly, serving refreshments and attending to the guests with polite efficiency.
Mordan himself was present, accompanied only by Umang and two bodyguards.
He had deliberately brought minimal security—he didn't want to intimidate or scare these important guests, knowing they were Sir Heart's chosen people.
Now, he was doing his best to become friends with the chosen people.
He understood perfectly: these individuals were personally selected by Sir Heart, which meant they held immense value. Building good relationships with them now would strengthen his ties to Sir Heart in the long run.
He moved among them in small groups, chatting separately with each disciple, asking about their lives, their countries, their hopes—always warm, respectful, and genuinely interested.
The disciples, sensing his status as Prime Minister and the unusual nature of their recruitment, also made an effort to befriend each other and Mordan.
They didn't know the exact relationship between Mordan and their Master, but since he was the Prime Minister of India, it clearly wasn't ordinary.
So they chatted, laughed, shared stories, and built connections—knowing that friendships formed here could be beneficial in the future.
The disciples' families did the same, mingling freely, already forming bonds that would make life easier once they all moved to their new Place.
Despite coming from different countries with different languages, communication flowed effortlessly.
Mordan had provided each person with a small, discreet language translation device—simple earpieces that translated everything in real time, allowing natural conversation without barriers.
Just as the garden filled with quiet laughter and friendly exchanges, the Heart Clone suddenly appeared behind Mordan—masked, dressed in his signature white robes, emerging from thin air without a sound.