The journey back to Eastern Horizon Academy remained unusually quiet.
Not because there was nothing to say.
But because too much had changed in three years.
Several academy transport formations activated across the skies while spiritual currents carried the group rapidly through the air. Below them, cultivation settlements spread across regions that once contained ordinary cities and isolated awakened zones.
Now..
Human civilization visibly revolved around cultivation itself.
Krishak stood silently near the edge of the formation platform while observing the world below.
Public spiritual farms stretched across valleys.
Formation towers protected transportation routes.
Even ordinary villages carried beginner defensive arrays now.
Humanity had adapted faster than expected.
But also-
Faster than safely possible.
The principal quietly walked beside him.
"You noticed it too."
Krishak nodded slightly.
"Growth without enough time."
The principal sighed softly.
"After your teachings spread, progress accelerated everywhere."
His expression became complicated afterward.
" "Sometimes faster than wisdom.'
Krishak understood exactly what he meant.
Rapid cultivation development always carried hidden dangers.
Not merely spiritual dangers.
Civilizational ones.
Humanity's current unity remained fragile.
Many organizations publicly cooperated while secretly competing for influence, resources, and future authority over cultivation systems.
And now that Saints were appearing more frequently-
Those tensions would only deepen.
Eventually-
The academy appeared on the horizon.
Krishak's eyes paused slightly.
Because even he had not fully expected this.
Eastern Horizon Academy no longer resembled an academy.
It resembled a city.
Massive spiritual barriers covered the surrounding mountains while dozens of floating formation platforms rotated above the campus skies. Entire cultivation districts spread far beyond the original academy grounds.
Training halls.
Formation research towers.
Public cultivation libraries.
Spirit beast sanctuaries.
Alchemy gardens.
Forging districts.
Civilian education centers.
And at the very center-
A massive silver-white structure stood beneath the sky like the heart of the entire academy.
The Hall of Foundations.
Krishak recognized the architectural style instantly.
Because portions of it came directly from the sketches he once left behind in his notes.
The transport platform descended slowly toward the academy entrance.
And the moment it did
The entire academy erupted.
Thousands of students had already gathered across the massive central grounds.
Some stood atop buildings.
Others crowded formation platforms overhead.
Everywhere-
People watched silently.
Because by now
Everyone knew.
The founder of the public cultivation movement had returned.
The moment Krishak stepped onto academy grounds-
A wave of spiritual resonance spread unintentionally across the surrounding area.
Not pressure.
Harmony.
Countless formation arrays throughout the academy lit up softly in response.
Spiritual energy across the grounds stabilized naturally.
Even nearby spirit beasts became calmer instinctively.
The students noticed immediately.
Whispers spread everywhere.
"Is that really him?"
"He's younger than I expected."
"That's the Saint?"
"I can't even sense his cultivation.."
Krishak quietly observed the students around him.
And for a brief moment-
He genuinely felt stunned.
Three years ago, Eastern Horizon contained talented young cultivators.
Now-
It carried the atmosphere of a growing civilization.
Different cultivation paths trained together openly.
Formation students worked beside combat cultivators.
Support cultivators coordinated public healing groups nearby.
Spirit beasts moved naturally throughout portions of campus without hostility.
Most importantly
The students' eyes had changed.
Less arrogance.
More purpose.
Not perfect.
But better.
Far better.
Rohon suddenly grinned proudly beside him.
"Well?"
Krishak looked around silently.
Then gave a faint smile.
"You all did well."
That single sentence spread through the group faster than any speech could have.
Even the principal visibly relaxed slightly hearing it.
Because despite everything-
They truly had built something meaningful here.
As Krishak continued walking through the academy grounds, students instinctively moved aside respectfully.
Not out of fear alone.
But admiration.
Many of them had started cultivating because of his teachings.
Many ordinary students here came from families that previously never could have entered awakened society.
And now-
They stood within the world's most influential cultivation academy.
Eventually, the group arrived before the massive silver-white building at the academy center.
The Hall of Foundations.
Krishak stopped walking.
His eyes slowly lifted toward the enormous structure.
Ancient formation lines glowed softly across its walls while countless students moved in and out carrying books, formation tools, and cultivation materials.
Above the entrance-
Several words were engraved clearly into spiritual stone.
Power built without foundation eventually destroys itself.
Krishak stared at the sentence silently.
Then looked toward Arun.
"You used my notes."
Arun coughed awkwardly.
'..Mostly."
"Almost entirely," Tara corrected immediately.
The principal smiled faintly.
"We thought the world should remember what this academy stands for."
Krishak remained silent briefly.
Then slowly walked forward again.
As the massive doors opened—
The entire Hall revealed itself.
Thousands upon thousands of books filled the enormous interior.
Cultivation paths.
Civilization theory.
Formation studies
Spirit ecology.
Public resource systems.
Mental stabilization techniques.
Historical archives.
And at the very center—
A single statue stood beneath silver spiritual light.
Not a warrior.
Not a king.
A young cultivator holding an open book in one hand.
Krishak stopped completely this time.
".You made a statue?"
Rohon looked proud.
Meera looked embarrassed.
Arun immediately avoided eye contact.
The principal calmly folded his hands behind his back.
"The students insisted."
Krishak stared at his own statue in complete silence for several seconds.
Then finally sighed softly.
".This feels excessive."
From somewhere in the crowd-
A student shouted loudly:
"Too late, Founder!"
The entire hall immediately burst into laughter afterward.
And for the first time since returning-
Krishak genuinely laughed too.