The breakthrough began without warning.
Deep beneath the Tibetan mountains, the entire Worldheart Chamber suddenly trembled violently.
Ancient formations across the underground ruins lit up one after another while spatial distortions spread briefly through the air like cracks across invisible glass. Dense corruption surged upward from the dimensional breach below as if responding to something awakening inside the chamber.
The corrupted guardian immediately rose to its feet.
Its silver eyes locked toward the central cultivation formation with visible tension.
Even the old man's expression changed sharply.
Because the pressure spreading outward now no longer resembled ordinary cultivation.
At the center of the formation—
Krishak remained seated motionlessly.
But the silver-gray energy surrounding him had become unstable.
Violent.
Heavy.
The Primordial Origin Arts circulated through his body at terrifying speed while endless streams of corruption poured directly into his meridians. His body shook constantly under the pressure.
Blood spread across his skin.
Cracks appeared across portions of his arms and chest before healing again moments later.
The Star Forged Body realm had already reached its absolute limit.
And now-
His body was attempting to step into the next realm.
Void Forged Body.
Unlike the previous realm, this stage no longer focused merely on strengthening the body.
It focused on adaptation.
Transformation.
Survival against dimensional forces themselves.
The moment the breakthrough started—
Spatial pressure erupted throughout his body instantly.
Krishak's meridians twisted painfully as
traces of void energy mixed with corruption surged into him together. His muscles ruptured repeatedly while even his bones groaned under unbearable pressure.
The pain exceeded anything before.
Not because the energy was violent.
But because it felt fundamentally incompatible with life itself.
Void energy rejected existence.
And now his body was forcefully trying to adapt to it.
The Universe Origin Body Arts activated instinctively.
Silver-gray patterns spread rapidly across Krishak's body while Origin essence circulated through every bone, organ, and spiritual pathway continuously.
Again and again-
His body shattered.
Again and again—
It reconstructed itself stronger.
The old man stared silently from outside the formation.
Cold sweat appeared across his forehead unconsciously.
Because despite not understanding Krishak's cultivation path-
His instincts screamed danger.
The surrounding space itself had begun bending slightly around Krishak.
Tiny spatial tears flickered briefly near his body before healing again moments later.
Even the corruption flooding from the breach became unstable around him.
As though his body was disrupting the surrounding dimensional balance unintentionally.
Then-
Krishak suddenly coughed blood violently.
His aura destabilized instantly.
The silver-gray energy around him flickered dangerously.
The old man's eyes narrowed sharply.
"He's losing control."
The guardian growled deeply.
Inside the formation-
Krishak's consciousness trembled violently.
Pain overwhelmed every sense.
His body felt like it was being erased
piece by piece beneath endless dimensional pressure.
Even his mind struggled to remain stable as fragments of spatial force tore through his spiritual pathways repeatedly.
But he endured.
Because he understood one thing clearly.
If he failed now-
His body would never become capable of carrying Origin energy further in the future.
The Primordial Origin Arts circulated faster.
Faster.
Faster.
Corruption entered him endlessly before being refined into traces of silver-gray essence. That refined energy immediately flowed into his body, reinforcing collapsing meridians and stabilizing fractured bones repeatedly.
At the same time
The void pressure tearing him apart slowly began changing.
Not weaker.
But familiar.
His body was adapting.
The silver-gray patterns across his skin deepened gradually while his bones absorbed traces of void-tempered essence continuously.
Even his spiritual core became denser beneath the refinement process.
Hours passed.
Then days.
The breakthrough did not stop.
Sometimes the old man genuinely thought Krishak would die.
Several times his heartbeat weakened nearly to nothing.
Other times the surrounding formations cracked under pressure leaking from his body unconsciously.
Yet every time-
He stabilized again.
The guardian never moved from beside the formation during the entire process.
Watching silently.
Protectively.
Then finally-
On the seventh day—
Everything became still-
The corruption surrounding the chamber calmed suddenly.
The spatial distortions vanished.
Even the dimensional breach below quieted temporarily.
And at the center of the formation-
Krishak slowly opened his eyes.
The moment he did-
The surrounding air distorted faintly.
Not from spiritual pressure.
From his body itself.
The old man's pupils contracted slightly.
Because for a brief moment
It felt as though Krishak's physical existence no longer aligned completely with normal space.
Silver-gray patterns now covered portions of his arms, neck, and chest naturally like ancient markings forged into his body itself.
His aura had become deeper.
Heavier.
More stable.
Most importantly--
The lingering spatial erosion throughout his body had disappeared completely.
Krishak slowly stood.
The moment his foot touched the ground--
A faint ripple spread through the surrounding space.
Like reality itself responding instinctively to his movement.
The Void Forged Body realm had stabilized.
Third realm complete.
Pain still lingered throughout his body.
Exhaustion remained immense.
But compared to before—
Everything felt clearer now.
He could sense spatial instability naturally.
Feel dimensional fluctuations around the breach.
Even the corruption entering his body felt easier to control than before.
The old man stared at him for several long moments.
Then finally spoke quietly.
"....What exactly are you becoming?"
Krishak looked toward the dimensional breach below calmly.
Silver-gray light flickered faintly within his eyes.
But he said nothing.