Two weeks passed after Krishak reviewed the progress of his first disciples.
Life at the National Awakener Academy settled into a steady rhythm.
Morning classes.
Afternoon practical sessions.
Evening study.
Night cultivation.
For most students, such a routine was exhausting.
For Krishak, it was ideal.
Every day brought new information, new observations, and new opportunities to refine his understanding of Earth's cultivation system.
Inside his dormitory, Krishak sat cross-legged on the floor.
Spiritual energy drifted around him like threads of silver mist.
For weeks, he had remained at the peak of the Great Martial Warrior Realm.
Not because he lacked the ability to break through.
But because he continued polishing every aspect of his foundation.
His muscles had become denser.
His bones more resilient.
His blood purer.
Even the spiritual energy within his meridians had become smoother and more condensed.
Now, he finally felt that the time had come.
Krishak closed his eyes.
"Break."
The bottleneck shattered.
A powerful current of spiritual energy surged through his body.
His heart beat like a war drum.
Every cell absorbed the refined energy and transformed.
Moments later, the aura around him stabilized.
Krishak slowly opened his eyes.
He had officially entered the Grandmaster Realm.
He stood and tested his body.
His movements felt lighter.
His senses sharper.
His control over every muscle fiber had reached a new level.
A simple punch produced a quiet burst of compressed air.
Krishak estimated his new condition.
Cultivation Realm
Early Grandmaster
Earth Equivalent
Early A-Rank
Actual Combat Power
Peak Grandmaster, approaching the King Realm
With his experience, flawless foundation, and superior techniques, he could now contend with ordinary S-Rank Awakeners despite being only six years old.
On Earth, reaching the Grandmaster Realm marked a major turning point.
Cultivators at this level were respected nationwide.
Many became instructors, elite hunters, or military officers.
Few people under the age of twenty ever reached this stage.
Krishak had done so before turning seven.
If his true strength were revealed, the entire academy would be shaken.
The next morning, Krishak joined the practical training session as usual.
Instructor Dev paired students for sparring.
Krishak was matched against a second-year student in the early Grandmaster Realm.
The older student smiled confidently.
"I'll go easy on you.
Krishak inclined his head.
"Thank you."
The duel began.
Within three exchanges, Krishak
redirected the senior student's attack and placed him on the ground.
The surrounding students stared in disbelief.
Even Instructor Dev raised an eyebrow.
Krishak had not displayed overwhelming force.
Only impeccable timing and efficiency.
After class, Dev approached him.
"You've improved again.
Krishak nodded.
"I've been training diligently."
Dev studied him.
"That is an understatement."
For a moment, it seemed the instructor might ask further questions.
Instead, he simply said:
"Continue."
Krishak bowed respectfully.
That night, Krishak received updates from his clone.
Rohan and the others had completed another month of rigorous training.
Their foundations were becoming increasingly stable.
The students were beginning to develop instinctive control over their breathing, posture, and movements.
Master Kiran had also begun introducing basic cultivation principles.
They had not yet sensed spiritual energy clearly, but the groundwork was being laid.
Krishak was pleased.
Seated by the window, Krishak considered his next steps.
He had now reached the Grandmaster Realm.
His combat power was nearing the level of Earth's strongest experts.
At the same time, his secret disciples were steadily improving.
And his influence within the academy continued to grow.
Yet he remained patient.
His ultimate goal was not simply to become stronger.
It was to transform Earth's cultivation civilization and guide humanity toward a more enlightened future.
Krishak gazed at the stars.
His journey had once begun with the dream of changing a single universe.
Now, as a six-year-old child on a small world called Earth, that dream was slowly taking shape.