Arden frowned, still trying to wrap his head around it.
"Master, if we don’t use the heart... then what organ do we use?"
Arden rubbed his forehead, thinking hard.
"I don’t think there’s other organ that can replace Mana Pool as well as the heart."
Garion’s lips curled into a grin.
"Arden, think further."
Garion pointed to his chest, then to his arms, then to his legs, until all of his body parts were pointed.
"It’s not the heart, but the organs that make your body."
The disciples looked at each other, confused.
"What organs make up the body?"
Garion’s grin widened.
"The answer... is cells."
The hall went silent.
Arden blinked. "Cells?"
One disciple scratched his head in confusion.
"Master, what are you even saying now?"
"You mean those tiny things you told us about before? The ones we can’t see?"
Garion nodded proudly.
"Exactly. Every single one of them."
He raised his hand and clenched it into a fist.
"We’ll turn each cell into a mana pool. Just imagine it. Trillions of mana pools inside your body. It will be really awesome."
The disciples’ jaws dropped.
"How can something so small hold mana?"
"I can’t even sense a single cell, Master?"
Garion chuckled softly.
"Who said you need to make it the same as a normal mana pool? Even if one mana pool cell holds only a millionth of what a normal mana pool can hold..."
He raised two fingers.
"Multiply that by the trillions of cells you have."
The room buzzed as they started doing the math in their heads.
"That would be... impossible."
"Wait, no... that would be huge..."
"Trillions of mini mana pools?"
Arden’s eyes widened.
"That means... even if each cell is weak, together they’d surpass any normal cultivator."
Garion snapped his fingers.
The disciples began to become quite excited now. Some even stood straighter, their earlier doubt replaced with awe.
But still, one of them asked.
"But, Master. How can we even start to do that? We can’t see cells, we can’t sense them, and they’re so small. It sounds impossible."
"Of course, it sounds impossible. That’s why I am gonna teach you today."
Some of the disciples exchanged uneasy glances.
Arden but his lip, still thinking.
"But still... How can we cultivate something we never see or even sense?"
Garion pointed at him.
"Good question. And the answer is simple. Imagination. That’s the foundation of all cultivation. You’ve all used it before, but you didn’t realize it."
He clasped his hands behind his back.
"Think about it. When you first learned to circulate mana, you imagined it flowing throuhg your body, right?"
The disciples nodded slowly.
"Exactly. You imagined meridians, mana pools, and gates that didn’t exist. And through that, they were formed."
Garion put his finger down.
"So now, we’ll do the same, but this time, using what’s already inside you."
He then raised his hand, gesturing to his chest.
"When you breathe in mana, imagine your bone marrow absorbing that mana. The marrow produces blood, right? So imagine it producing mana blood."
The disciples leaned forward, listening closely.
"Then, imagine your heart pumping that mana blood through your veins, carrying not only nutrients but mana, to every single cell in your body."
He made a pumping motion with his fist, like a heartbeat.
"Boom. Boom. Boom. Each beat spreads mana to your whole body."
Some disciples nodded, whispering to themselves as they tried to follow along.
"Then, imagine each of your cells absorbing that mana blood to form their own mana pools. Tiny, microcospic mana pool cells."
The group went silent. Some blinked in disbelief.
"That’s... a lot to imagine."
"Trillions of cells?"
"My brain hurts just thinking about it."
"Good. It should hurt. That means you’re thinking for once."
Another disciple raised his hand nervously.
"But Master, is this really possible? I mean, forming mana pools in every cell?"
Garion smirked again.
"Of course it is. I already did it. Your senior sister, Dahlia, did it too. She’s cultivating in her room right now using this exact method."
The disciples widened their eyes.
"Senior Sister Dahlia?"
"If she can do it, then maybe..."
"I guess it’s really possible..."
"Exactly. Do you think I’d waste my time giving you something I haven’t already mastered myself?"
That seemed to settle their doubts. Arden clenched his fists and sat down cross-legged on the spot.
"I’ll try it, Master."
"Good," Garion said, folding his arms with satisfaction.
One by one, the others followed, sitting in neat rows.
The room slowly filled with the sound of deep breathing.
Some of the disciples furrowed their brows in concentration, others trembled slightly as they tried to imagine the whole process.
Garion walked among them, his voice calm but steady.
"Remember everything you’ve learned about your body. Your breathing system. Your blood circulation. Imagine it all working together as one living engine."
He stopped beside one disciple who looked tense.
"Relax your shoulders. Breathe slower. Don’t force it. Feel your body."
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Garion continued waking slowly.
"Now imagine it. Mana moving through your bone, through your blood, reaching every cell. Picture it until you feel it."
The disciples focused harder, sweat forming in their foreheads, but they smiled as they seemed to feel something.
Garion smirked, watching.
"Good. Now you’re starting to get it. The body itself is your temple. The cells are your mana pools. That’s how the God Physique begins."
Arden’s breathing slowed, his expression calm but intense. He could almost feel something faint, forming in his body.
Garion noticed and nodded with approval.
"That’s it, Arden. You’re starting to sense it. Keep going."
One by one, the disciples began to enter a deeper focus.
Garion crossed his arms and watched proudly.
"Not bad for the first day. Soon they’ll all feel it, and that’s the first step toward true strength."
He glanced toward Dahlia’s closed room in the distance and smirked.
"This generation’s going to surprise you when you get out."