The First Store System

As soon as the sky got covered in purple thunder, the aura Aakesh had spread across the range of the Primal tribulation started fluctuating.

Since the third test was the creation of the Multiverse, it was the toughest and most beneficial at the same time.

Even though the purple thunder only attacked the physique of the cultivator, the cultivator gained benefits in all three components: energy, spirit, and body, required for the cultivator to cultivate.

Even the strongest peak Immortal level cultivator could only have a strength of around 100-200 million Primal units. But Aakesh was already severalfold more powerful than that, so the aura only fluctuated, and the citizens covered in it had no issues.

“RUMBLE!”

The next moment, the sky rumbled as Aakesh felt the pressure on his aura increasing with each moment. The fluctuation increased.

[Host, don’t attempt to intimidate the pressure!]

Like the last time, Aakesh was going to aim his aura toward the pressure, but the system had already anticipated this, so it straight away warned Aakesh not to do it.

[Host, the Primal dimension handled the previous two tests. Since they have a limited amount of control, they couldn’t fight back or release enough strength to counter your stronger aura. The same isn’t the case for the Multiverse. If you attempted to intimidate it, the Multiverse would use its power to destroy you for interfering in the Primal tribulation.]

The next moment, the system informed Aakesh of the reason for warning him.

Aakesh trusted the system, so he let the aura fluctuate and didn’t dare to intimidate the pressure. He didn’t believe that the system would be able to rescue him from the wrath of the Multiverse.

Time flew by.

“ROAR!”

The first ray of thunder fell on Hartol, sounding like a bestial roar.

Half of Hartol’s body disappeared with only the first attack of the purple thunder.

Then the next one fell. It didn’t create the same amount of damage. After that, the purple thunder started raining on Hartol, resulting in an onslaught.

For the majority of the citizens watching the scene, they felt that Hartol’s body was disintegrating without even having the chance to fight back. But for the Immortals, they could see Hartol’s soul crying in pain as well as attempting to stay awake. Losing consciousness would result in complete death straight away, so Hartol couldn’t give up.

Time flew by.

It has been thirty-three seconds since the first ray of thunder hit Hartol. During this time, Hartol’s body had gotten completely destroyed three times and had gotten revitalized two times. Hartol was currently attempting to restore his body again using his willpower and the energy left by the purple thunder.

The first body part that took shape was the heart, then bones, then brain, other body parts, and then at the end, external skin and body parts. There was no sequence to it, except for the heart that would always take precedence and the outer body parts at the end of the process.

After his body got itself entirely restored, the purple thunder struck Hartol, disintegrating it once more without giving even relief of a second to Hartol.

The third round was also quite challenging due to this. It not only caused an unbearable amount of pain, but it also made the mental and physical capacity cross the limit.

Time flew by.

“A few more seconds,” Votayl nervously muttered as the purple thunder just destroyed Hartol’s body for the eleventh time,

If Hartol succeeded in restoring his body this time, he would pass the third round and then ascend to the Sacred dimension. If he failed at this stage, all the efforts he had put in cultivation for these past millions of years would come to naught.

As the first step, the heart started restoring itself, but the rate at which it happened was negligible.

Hartol’s mental strength had already breached his limit. It was despite the gain he had gotten after passing the first round.

Even maintaining consciousness and staying awake at that point felt tougher to him than all the difficulties he had faced in the Primal tribulation until now.

Time flew by, and thirteen minutes had passed.

Hartol still had a lot left to do as he had only created his heart and the skeletal structure at that time.

Votayl tensely looked at the sky. His face was pale with fear as the process of restoring had almost come to a stop for the last few seconds. If not for him being able to see Hartol’s soul struggling to stay awake, he would’ve thought that Hartol had died and failed the tribulation.

“Crack!”

A cracking sound rang in the sky as the skeletal structure started having cracks all over it. If Hartol failed to continue the process of reforming, the currently created body would get destroyed, resulting in failure for Hartol.

“DON’T STOP!” Votayl yelled toward Hartol, seeing the process coming to a stop and the body cracking down.

***

It has been around an hour since the Primal tribulation of Hartol began. Aakesh had been staying outside all this time.

Fortunately for him, due to the effect of the tribulation, no one decided to move around but instead stayed at the same point, resulting in no new customers inside the store for Aakesh to tend to.

A few minutes later, Hartol’s newly created bone structure had gotten destroyed, and the heart was on the verge of destruction. Hartol was only half a step away from failing, but he somehow came around and stopped the process of destruction.

Right now, Harlot’s lungs were taking shape after his heart, skeleton, and brain. The process was quicker as Hartol decided to give his all.

If he somehow failed or stopped for even a second, he wouldn’t have enough mental strength to come around and fight back. It was his last gambit against the Multiverse.

The purple thunder still moved across the sky, but it didn’t attack.

If Hartol somehow succeeded in regeneration, for the purple thunder to strike, it would need the permission of Hartol since he had achieved the limit, and any further would be a bonus for him, giving him a strong start after ascending.

Time flew by.

Aakesh stopped watching the reformation of the body as he had gotten bored of it.

***

Hartol was on the verge of success as only the recreation of skin was left.

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A/N: Many may think I’m giving excess chapter to Hartol, but I am not. He has a large role to play in the future, and that’s why I am not spoiling much about him, except for his tribulation.

Today was the day for four, but my office work exceeded, so only three for today. I will upload four tomorrow, making up for today.