Krishak stood silently within the Hall of Foundations while students moved around him naturally.
The academy remained peaceful.
Formation arrays glowed softly across the walls. Young cultivators debated techniques nearby while instructors guided newer students through spiritual circulation exercises.
Everything appeared ordinary.
Yet deep beneath the ocean floor—
An ancient mechanism had begun awakening.
Krishak already sensed it clearly.
Not because it posed danger to him.
But because compared to Earth—
Its spiritual fluctuations were unusually large.
His silver-gray eyes remained calm.
Almost indifferent.
To ordinary Saints, the awakening beneath the ocean might feel terrifying.
Ancient.
Unfathomable.
But to Krishak—
It resembled little more than a forgotten relic from a lower civilization.
In his previous life, he had crossed countless universes and witnessed existences capable of creating galaxies casually. Even Heavenly Ancestors were insignificant before true multiversal powers.
And he—
Had once stood at the peak of all of them.
A Realm of Space-time cultivator.
One of only nine beings across multiple universes to ever truly reach that level.
So naturally—
No low-level planetary mechanism could ever perceive his true soul.
The difference between them was too vast.
Like comparing dust to the heavens themselves.
Even now, the soul he displayed publicly was only a microscopic fragment carefully suppressed beneath countless seals.
Otherwise—
Earth itself would collapse under the weight of his existence alone.
Nearby, Meera quietly approached him.
"Master."
Krishak glanced toward her calmly.
"The international cultivation summit has released another statement."
Her expression looked slightly displeased.
"They're accusing Eastern Horizon of destabilizing global cultivation order again."
Krishak gave a faint smile.
"Of course they are."
Meera hesitated briefly before speaking again.
"Master…"
"…something feels strange lately."
Krishak understood what she meant immediately.
The atmosphere of the world had changed subtly.
Not dangerous.
Just restless.
Far beneath the ocean, ancient formations continued reactivating slowly while damaged spiritual engines attempted to restart after centuries of dormancy.
The mechanism's purpose was simple:
Observe planetary spiritual development.
Maintain cultivation stability.
Prevent catastrophic evolution deviations.
In truth—
Such systems were common long ago.
Even low-level Emperor civilizations occasionally left behind automated planetary observers before collapsing.
To Earth's current cultivators, such remnants might appear miraculous.
To Krishak—
They were outdated tools.
Nothing more.
The problem was not the mechanism itself.
The problem was what humanity might become if civilization accelerated too quickly.
Krishak slowly looked through the Hall around him.
Thousands of students trained across countless cultivation paths openly now.
Formation masters.
Swordsman.
Blacksmiths.
Spirit healers.
Researchers.
Magician.
Civilian cultivators.
Three years ago—
Earth's cultivation society barely functioned.
Now—
An entirely new civilization model was forming.
And even ancient planetary systems were beginning to react instinctively to that change.
Meera quietly studied her master's expression.
"…Should we be worried?"
Krishak shook his head calmly.
"No."
And he genuinely meant it.
Because nothing currently moving on Earth possessed even the slightest ability to threaten him.
The only things that could truly endanger Krishak existed far beyond universes themselves.
And those kinds of existences would never waste attention on a tiny isolated planet like Earth.
Far beneath the ocean floor—
The ancient mechanism attempted another planetary scan.
Invisible waves spread silently across Earth while countless calculations processed civilization development patterns.
Then—
The scan reached Eastern Horizon Academy.
Paused briefly.
And instinctively diverted away.
Not because it discovered Krishak's identity.
It lacked the capability to even comprehend what stood before it.
To the ancient system—
Krishak's existence resembled empty space itself.
Especially, since he has cultivatated his body to void forged body.
Since then, he has become Unobservable And unreadable.
A region beyond its authority to measure.
So the mechanism simply categorized the anomaly as:
"Unknown spiritual interference."
And continued operating normally afterward.
Krishak sensed the entire process casually.
Then ignored it completely.
Because compared to the things he truly worried about—
A damaged Emperor-level planetary observer wasn't worth attention.
What concerned him instead—
Was humanity itself.
Civilizations destroyed themselves far more often than external enemies ever did.
Greed.
Arrogance.
Division.
Unchecked ambition.
Those were the dangers Krishak actually feared.
Not ancient relics.
Far away, the oceanic mechanism continued awakening slowly while forgotten structures rose beneath the darkness.
Meanwhile, within Eastern Horizon Academy—
Students laughed.
Trained.
Dreamed about the future.
Completely unaware that one of the greatest beings in all existence walked quietly among them disguised as an ordinary young Saint.