Three days passed after Krishak's breakthrough.
During those days, the Worldheart Chamber gradually stabilized completely.
The violent fluctuations caused by the Saint Realm breakthrough slowly faded while the ancient formations throughout the underground ruins returned to calm operation once more.
Most importantly—
The corruption was gone.
Only the dimensional breach remained beneath the chamber.
Silent.
Dormant.
Contained once more beneath countless ancient seals.
For the first time in thousands of years—
Earth's hidden wound could finally breathe.
Krishak stood quietly near the edge of the underground ruins while silver-gray energy flowed naturally around him. Compared to before, his aura had become extraordinarily restrained now.
No overwhelming pressure leaked outward.
No violent fluctuations.
Yet the old man understood clearly--
That calmness itself was terrifying.
Because Krishak's strength no longer depended on external pressure.
It had become completely internalized.
Stable.
Controlled.
Dense beyond reason.
The Origin Saint Heart pulsed steadily within his spiritual core.
Every heartbeat refined his cultivation automatically while synchronizing his body, mind, and energy continuously.
Even while standing still--
His cultivation improved slowly on its own.
Three years of endless refinement had finally transformed into true foundation.
Nearby, the old man watched silently.
"You're leaving.
It was not a question.
Krishak nodded slightly.
"
"Yes.
Three years had already passed.
The world above would have changed greatly by now.
And there was still too much left to do.
The old man looked toward the countless handwritten books stacked throughout the chamber.
"..What about these?"
Krishak's gaze softened slightly.
"
"Leave them here for now.
Many of those records contained knowledge humanity was still unprepared to handle completely.
Not dangerous techniques.
But truths.
Ancient cosmic history.
Dimensional civilizations.
Higher cultivation theories beyond Earth's current level.
Humanity first needed stability.
Otherwise panic would spread faster than progress.
The old man slowly nodded.
He understood.
The corrupted guardian approached quietly once more.
Or perhaps—
It could no longer truly be called corrupted.
Most of the darkness covering its silver fur had disappeared completely now.
Moonlight-like spiritual energy naturaly
flowed around its massive body while the madness within its eyes had vanished entirely.
Its bloodline pressure felt far purer than before.
Ancient.
Noble.
Powerful.
The guardian stopped before Krishak silently.
Then lowered its head deeply.
A gesture far more formal than before.
Krishak placed one hand gently against its forehead.
Silver-gray energy flowed softly between them.
This time-
No corruption resisted.
Only calm spiritual resonance remained.
"You protected this world alone for a long time," Krishak said quietly.
The guardian released a low rumble.
Its emotions carried exhaustion.
Relief.
And peace.
The old man observed silently from nearby.
Then finally spoke:
"It will remain here."
Krishak nodded.
"That's for the best."
The breach still required protection.
Even weakened-
It could never be ignored completely.
Silence filled the chamber afterward.
Then the old man suddenly asked:
"What will you do now?"
Krishak looked upward slightly.
Toward the distant world above.
For a brief moment-
Countless thoughts crossed his mind.
His disciples.
The academy.
Humanity's growth.
The future civilization he hoped to build.
And beyond all that-
The universe still waiting outside Earth.
Finally, he answered calmly.
"Prepare humanity faster."
Because three years had changed more than just himself.
The dimensional disturbance during his breakthrough confirmed something important.
Earth would not remain hidden forever.
And once contact with the greater cosmos returned-
Humanity would need far more than talented fighters.
They would need civilization strong enough to survive.
Krishak slowly began walking toward the upper pathways leading out of the underground ruins.
Every step caused faint spatial ripples beneath his feet instinctively.
Not from loss of control.
From his body naturally affecting surrounding space now.
The old man watched quietly.
Then suddenly spoke again.
" "When people see you now
Krishak paused slightly.
"...They'll realize you changed."
Krishak remained silent briefly.
Then gave a faint smile.
"I know."
Three years ago
He entered these mountains as a mid King level carrying humanity's corruption alone.
Now-
He emerged as a Saint.
Not merely stronger.
Different.
The Primordial Origin Arts had transformed him fundamentally.
His body had become Void Forged.
His cultivation possessed the Origin Saint Heart.
And his mind carried three years of isolation, pain, and preparation.
Far above the mountains-
The morning sky slowly brightened.
Snowstorms drifted peacefully across the Himalayan peaks while sunlight spread across the frozen landscape for the first time that day.
Then-
A figure finally emerged from the hidden ruins beneath the mountains.
Silver-gray robes moved softly in the cold wind.
Ancient calmness surrounded him naturally.
And his eyes
Carried a depth far beyond his age.
Krishak had returned.
But the person leaving the mountains was no longer the same boy who entered them three years earlier.