The rain had already stopped by evening.
Soft golden light spread across the streets outside Eastern Horizon Academy while civilians moved peacefully through newly developed cultivation districts.
Children practiced basic breathing exercises openly near public formation parks.
Small spiritual shops lined the roads.
Traveling cultivators exchanged techniques freely in discussion halls.
Three years ago—
Such scenes would have been unimaginable.
Now—
They had become part of everyday life.
Far from the academy's central districts, within a quieter residential region near the mountains—
Krishak walked slowly along a familiar stone pathway.
For once—
No meetings followed him.
No disciples waited nearby.
No Saints observed him secretly.
Just silence.
Peaceful silence.
At the end of the path stood a modest two-story home surrounded by spiritual flowers and gently glowing formation lamps.
His home.
The moment Krishak stepped through the gate—
A familiar voice immediately shouted from inside.
"Brother!"
The front door burst open violently.
A young girl rushed outward at terrifying speed before crashing directly into him without hesitation.
Krishak remained perfectly still as she wrapped her arms around him tightly.
"…You're back late again," she complained immediately.
Though her tone lacked real anger.
Krishak looked down slightly.
His younger sister had grown noticeably taller over the past three years.
Her spiritual aura also felt far stronger now.
Not unstable.
Not forceful.
But extraordinarily pure.
At only twelve years old—
She had already reached the peak of the Martial Warrior Realm naturally.
And her foundation…
Even Krishak admitted inwardly that it was excellent.
Not because he directly interfered with her cultivation.
He intentionally avoided that.
But simply growing near him for years while living inside environments unconsciously influenced by his spiritual control had already transformed her talent significantly.
Combined with Earth's changing spiritual density—
Her cultivation speed became astonishing by modern standards.
Most importantly—
Her synchronization with spiritual energy felt unusually smooth.
Almost instinctive.
Krishak calmly placed one hand on her head.
"You improved again."
She immediately looked proud.
"Of course I did."
Then narrowed her eyes suspiciously.
"And don't try changing the topic. You missed dinner yesterday too."
Krishak gave a faint helpless smile.
"…I was busy."
"You're always busy."
Inside the house—
His mother sighed softly while bringing dishes toward the table.
"You came home just to get scolded again."
His father quietly laughed nearby.
Compared to years ago—
Both of them looked far healthier now.
Not younger.
But lighter.
The anxiety that once surrounded ordinary families during the early awakening years had faded considerably.
Cultivation was no longer something distant and dangerous reserved for elites alone.
Humanity finally possessed direction.
Stability.
Hope.
And though they never fully understood what their son had become—
They understood one thing clearly.
The world changed after Krishak appeared.
Dinner remained peaceful.
Simple.
Warm.
His sister spent most of the meal talking excitedly about academy entrance evaluations and cultivation competitions.
Apparently—
She had become extremely famous among younger awakeners recently.
Not because people knew she was related to Krishak.
Very few actually did.
But because her cultivation talent itself was absurdly high.
At twelve years old—
Peak Martial Warrior Realm with near-perfect spiritual synchronization was enough to shock most instructors already.
Even Eastern Horizon's junior divisions had begun noticing her.
Still—
Krishak quietly observed her throughout dinner.
Then eventually said calmly:
"You're cultivating too quickly."
She blinked immediately.
"…Huh?"
"Slow down slightly."
Her expression instantly became dissatisfied.
"But I'm not unstable."
"I know."
"Then what's wrong?"
Krishak looked toward her quietly.
"Your foundation still has room to deepen."
She puffed her cheeks slightly afterward.
Clearly unconvinced.
His mother laughed softly nearby.
"She only listens to cultivation advice if it praises her."
"That's not true."
"It's completely true."
For a brief moment—
Krishak simply watched them silently.
And strangely—
These ordinary conversations felt more valuable than most things he experienced in either life.
Because in his previous life—
He lost such moments far too early.
By the time he reached higher realms, family bonds had long since disappeared beneath endless cultivation and cosmic wars.
Strength isolated people.
Especially absolute strength.
Yet this life remained different.
And Krishak intended to keep it that way.
Later that night—
He stood quietly outside beneath the stars while spiritual wind moved softly across the mountains.
His sister eventually walked outside as well.
She hesitated briefly before standing beside him.
"…Bhaiya."
Krishak glanced toward her.
"You're leaving again soon, right?"
Silence followed briefly.
Then he nodded once.
Her expression dimmed slightly.
But not with childish sadness.
More like reluctant understanding.
Because even she realized now—
Her brother no longer belonged only to their family.
The entire world relied on him.
Still—
After several moments, she quietly spoke again.
"I'll become strong too."
Krishak looked toward her calmly.
She met his gaze directly.
"So next time…"
"…you won't have to carry everything alone."
For the first time that evening—
Krishak's expression truly softened.
Not because of her cultivation talent.
Not because of ambition.
But because beneath all her determination—
Her reason remained simple.
Family.
And perhaps—
That was exactly why humanity still deserved a future.