News traveled fast.
Especially when cultivation was involved.
And when the person involved happened to be Krishak's younger sister—
The news traveled even faster.
By evening, recordings of the public assessment had already spread across academy forums, cultivation networks, and social media platforms.
Most discussions focused on the same thing.
How talented she was.
How young she was.
How terrifying her spiritual
synchronization appeared.
And, inevitably—
How she was related to Krishak.
Inside the family home, his sister sat on a couch with a pillow over her face.
"I knew this would happen."
Her muffled voice echoed through the room.
"They're not even talking about me."
His mother looked amused.
"Then what are they talking about?"
His sister removed the pillow dramatically.
'Krishak's sister achieves extraordinary result."
She pointed accusingly at her phone.
"'The founder's younger sister displays shocking talent.""
Another article.
"'Following her brother's footsteps.'"
She dropped the phone onto the table.
"I have my own feet."
His father failed to suppress a laugh.
Even Krishak's lips twitched slightly.
His sister immediately noticed.
"You're laughing too."
"I'm not."
"You are."
The conversation continued for several minutes before eventually calming down.
Despite her complaints, everyone knew the attention would fade eventually.
What mattered was what she chose to do afterward.
That evening, after dinner, Krishak called her outside.
The sky above the mountains was clear.
Thousands of stars shone overhead.
The air felt cool and peaceful.
His sister stood beside him quietly.
Unlike earlier, she wasn't joking now.
After a while, Krishak spoke.
"What cultivation path interests you?"
She blinked.
"I haven't decided."
"Then what do you enjoy?"
She thought for several moments.
Longer than expected.
Finally she answered.
"I like learning everything."
Krishak raised an eyebrow.
She continued quickly.
"I like formations."
"I like body cultivation."
"I like combat."
"I like spiritual theory."
"And I like exploring ruins."
The more she spoke, the brighter her expression became.
Krishak listened silently.
Then nodded.
Interesting.
Because most cultivators naturally leaned toward one direction early.
Yet her interests remained unusually broad.
Not because she lacked talent.
Quite the opposite.
Her foundation was so stable that she could explore multiple fields without harming her growth.
After a while, she asked:
"Did you know your path when you were my age?"
For a brief moment-
Krishak remembered another sky.
Another world.
Another lifetime.
Back then-
He had pursued strength desperately.
Not because he wanted greatness.
But because weakness left no choices.
Eventually strength became habit.
Then obsession.
Then responsibility.
By the time he reached the peak, he no longer remembered when the journey had truly begun.
So he answered honestly.
"No."
His sister looked surprised.
"You didn't?"
Krishak shook his head.
"Most people don't."
That answer seemed to comfort her.
The two stood quietly beneath the stars afterward.
Far away, within Eastern Horizon Academy
The lights of countless cultivation halls glowed across the mountains.
Students trained.
Researchers worked.
Instructors taught.
Civilization continued moving forward.
Meanwhile-
Within one of the academy's highest towers-
Arun sat reviewing reports.
His influence had grown enormously over the past three years.
The economic networks supporting public cultivation now extended across dozens of countries.
Resource distribution systems continued expanding.
Public cultivation centers increased monthly.
Yet as he looked through the latest reports, something caught his attention.
A particular region's development statistics.
Spiritual growth rates.
Education rates.
Foundation quality.
Infrastructure efficiency.
All rising together.
Arun leaned back thoughtfully.
Then smiled.
Exactly as Master predicted.
True civilization growth wasn't measured only by powerful cultivators.
It was measured by how many ordinary people improved alongside them.
Elsewhere-
Rohon continued forging.
Meera continued teaching.
Tara continued studying formations.
Karan continued working alongside spirit beasts.
Every disciple walked their chosen road.
And for the first time in years-
None of them felt lost.
Because they now understood something their master had taught long ago.
A civilization was not built by heroes alone.
It was built by countless people advancing together.
Back at home, Krishak looked toward the distant academy lights.
Then toward the stars beyond.
The ancient mechanism beneath the ocean still operated.
The wider cosmos remained vast.
Countless unknown futures still lay ahead.
But tonight—
None of those things felt urgent.
Beside him stood his younger sister.
Inside the house waited his family.
Across the world stood his disciples.
And throughout humanity
The seeds planted years ago were finally beginning to grow.
For now-
That was enough.