The moment Krishak stopped suppressing his cultivation-
The entire Worldheart Chamber shook violently.
Not from spiritual pressure alone.
From resonance.
Ancient formations across the
underground ruins activated instantly while silver light flooded through every corridor connected to the Worldheart. The dimensional breach below released massive waves of corruption uncontrollably as if sensing something dangerous awakening nearby.
Even the surrounding space began trembling faintly.
At the center of the chamber-
Krishak sat motionless.
Three hundred strands of corruption floated before him while silver-gray Origin essence circulated endlessly through his body.
His aura continued rising steadily.
Peak King Realm.
Absolute peak.
Then-
Beyond it.
The Primordial Origin Arts activated completely.
The remaining corruption surged toward him instantly.
All three hundred strands entered his body simultaneously.
Pain exploded through every meridian.
Krishak's body trembled violently as dense corruption flooded into him like molten darkness. Madness hidden within the dimensional energy roared against his consciousness while unstable spatial force tore through his spiritual pathways repeatedly.
Yet compared to three years ago—
His body no longer collapsed.
The Void Forged Body realm revealed its true purpose now.
His bones stabilized the violent
dimensional pressure naturally. His organs endured the corruption without rupturing instantly. Even his meridians adapted rapidly under the refinement process.
Still-
The burden remained horrifying.
Blood flowed from the corner of Krishak's mouth while silver-gray patterns across his body brightened intensely.
The Primordial Origin Arts refined endlessly.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Inside his spiritual core-
Something began changing.
At the King Realm, cultivators compressed spiritual energy continuously while stabilizing their cultivation foundation.
But Saint Realm was different.
To become a Saint-
One had to condense their cultivation path itself into existence.
The Saint Heart became the center of a cultivator's future path and determined how far they could walk afterward.
And now-
Krishak's Saint Heart was beginning to form.
Deep within his spiritual core, refined silver-gray essence gathered continuously.
Not spiritual energy.
Not corruption.
Something deeper.
Something ancient.
The process should have taken weeks.
Perhaps months for ordinary Kings.
But the Primordial Origin Arts forcefully accelerated everything.
The corruption entering his body refined repeatedly until only pure silver-gray essence remained.
That essence slowly compressed inward.
Again and again.
Smaller.
Denser.
Heavier
Until finally-
A heartbeat echoed through the chamber.
Thump.
The old man's eyes widened instantly.
Because the sound did not come from Krishak's body.
It echoed directly through spiritual space itself.
Thump.
Silver-gray light erupted outward violently.
The surrounding formations trembled while even the dimensional breach below momentarily became unstable under the pressure spreading from Krishak's core.
Inside his spiritual world-
A heart slowly formed.
Not flesh.
Not energy.
A manifestation of Origin essence itself.
Its appearance resembled a crystalline silver-gray heart covered in ancient patterns that shifted endlessly like fragments of creation itself. Tiny spatial distortions rotated around it naturally while terrifyingly dense energy pulsed from within.
Every beat caused surrounding spiritual energy to stabilize instinctively.
Even corruption entering his body weakened near it.
The Origin Saint Heart had formed.
The moment it stabilized-
Krishak's cultivation finally broke through completely.
Saint Realm.
A massive pulse spread outward from his body instantly.
The surrounding chamber trembled violently while silver-gray energy flooded through the underground ruins like a tidal
wave.
The old man immediately activated defensive formations around himself.
Not from hostility.
From instinct.
Because the pressure radiating from Krishak now far exceeded ordinary newly advanced Saints.
The guardian lowered itself immediately beside the formation.
Not out of fear.
Respect.
Krishak slowly opened his eyes.
Silver-gray light flickered within them briefly before calming again.
The entire world felt different now.
He could sense spiritual flow throughout the underground ruins naturally.
Feel dimensional instability near the breach.
Perceive corruption patterns directly.
Even the surrounding space itself felt clearer than before.
Most importantly—
The Origin Saint Heart continued beating steadily within him.
Every pulse refined his energy automatically.
Every beat strengthened synchronization between body, mind, and cultivation.
The old man stared silently for several moments.
Then finally spoke quietly.
".That was not a normal Saint breakthrough."
Krishak slowly stood.
Silver-gray energy flowed calmly around him while faint spatial ripples spread unconsciously beneath his feet.
"No," he answered softly.
"It wasn't."
Because ordinary Saints aligned themselves with heaven and earth.
But the Origin Saint Heart-
Did not.
It existed independently.
As though carrying its own laws entirely.
Even Krishak himself could sense it clearly
now.
The Primordial Origin Arts were not simply another cultivation system.
They stood outside conventional cultivation altogether.
The remaining corruption within the chamber had almost completely vanished now.
Only faint traces lingered near the dimensional breach itself.
Earth's hidden wound had nearly healed entirely.
The old man looked toward Krishak carefully.
"You've surpassed me now.
"
There was no bitterness in his voice.
Only acceptance.
Peak Saint Realm.
That had been the old man's limit for centuries.
But Krishak-
Had reached Saint Realm with a foundation and body that already exceeded normal logic.
And yet—
Krishak's expression remained calm.
Because he understood clearly.
This was only the beginning.
Far above the mountains-
Storm clouds gathered silently across the night sky.
And for the first time in three years-
The world unknowingly welcomed the birth of a new Saint.