Chapter 1402: A Race with a Prestigious Past!
Ririk read the details on the card with excitent, and soon, he had read the entire content. It was ti for him to make his decision.
Ririk didn't imdiately co to his decision but stood there for a while, thinking deeply about it.
Ti flew by, and hours had passed in a flash.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
Aakesh had only gotten free a mont earlier when he heard the sound of footsteps approaching the store. He stopped summoning the quest screen and stared toward the door.
The next mont, an unfamiliar face greeted his sight. It was a female custor, a mber of the Friak race.
The woman looked the sa as the other mbers of the race. The mbers of the race were tall, averaging around ten ters. The woman was on the above-average side, and her height was more than twelve ters.
Not only were the Friaks tall, but they had a sturdy build. The woman standing outside the store looked like a dark violet boulder. Her eyes had the unique feature of the Friak.
Her pupils looked like the combination of seven pupils at once, and at the center of it, there was a pattern of a black-maned lion.
The Friak was a race with a long and prestigious history, despite not having a Sacred Creator at its helm. It was also a race that had no connection with a beast group despite having the pattern of a powerful creature.
What made the Friak's history prestigious was their connection with the Primordial Dinsion. The pattern beast was a powerful creature in the Primordial Dinsion and also the guardian of Friak.
Only very few beings knew why Friak had a connection with that kind of strong creature, and Aakesh was one of them.
The Friak's primogenitor was the only being in the Sacred Dinsion to ascend to the Primordial Dinsion without reaching the Sacred Creator level.
The war laid by Vritrasura had caused utter destruction not only in the lives of the inhabitants but also in the laws of the Sacred Dinsion.
The law was constant and required cultivators to reach the peak of the Sacred Creator, then face the ascension trial and ascend to the Primordial Dinsion.
However, the damage from the war rendered the law ineffective for one nanosecond, during which ti a space storm ate up the Friak's primogenitor.
The space storm imdiately threw him into the Primordial Dinsion, making him the only figure to ascend to the Primordial Dinsion without even reaching the Sacred Creator level. The man's na was Veras, and as his fortune would have it, the storm threw him into the city of the beast in the pattern.
Veras was only a Sacred Emperor at that ti, so surviving in the Primordial Dinsion for even a second was impossible. His body and soul were both unable to handle the atmosphere of the dinsion since the ascension trial molded cultivators into a suitable physique to survive the atmosphere of the dinsion.
The laws of the dinsions were emotionless and fixed, but at the sa ti, there was also sentience present there. Veras was a being of the Sacred Dinsion, and his ascension to the higher dinsion was the fault of the laws, so the dinsion had to take responsibility.
But even for the incarnation of the dinsion, it was an impossible task to help Veras survive the atmosphere. Forget the laws of the Primordial Dinsion; even low-tier beings of the Primordial Dinsion were more than enough strong to destroy the incarnation.
Since Veras fell into the territory of the beast in the pattern and it was a powerful race, the incarnation had a formidable task to complete. It couldn't let Veras die, as it would affect the functioning of the laws since his true soul would cause disturbance.
The incarnation had no choice left but to make a deal with the beast of the pattern. No one knew what the deal was, but from that mont on, the beast beca the guardian of the Friak.
Even though every being was immortal in the Sacred Dinsion, that wasn't the case in the Primordial Dinsion. The mont Veras stepped foot in the dinsion, his lifespan beca fixed.
Unless he was able to progress in his cultivation, he would die after his lifespan ca to an end.
Unfortunately for Veras, the progress in cultivation was easier said than done. He was unable to step into the Sacred Creator level, let alone progress in his cultivation of the Primordial Dinsion.
The lowest ranked cultivators of the Primordial Dinsion had a fixed lifespan of five hundred Primordial years, which ca to five hundred thousand Sacred years.
Veras died in the end due to a lack of progress in cultivation, but as he had breathed the air of the Primordial Dinsion, his body had slightly gotten accustod to its energy, giving birth to talented descendants.
Just breathing tiny energy from the Primordial Dinsion was more than enough to have talented descendants that could step into the Sacred Creator level.
Unfortunately for the mbers of the Friak race, it was only a luxury. In the history of the race, there had been three mbers who had stepped into the Sacred Creator level.
It should have made the race into one of the top-tier races of the Sacred Dinsion, but there was a restriction put on the mbers of the race from the laws of the Sacred Dinsion.
Anyti a mber of the Friak race stepped into the Sacred Creator level, they would lose the immortal characteristic of the inhabitants of the dinsion. Their lifespan would be fixed at five hundred thousand Sacred years, the sa as that of the first Friak.
If soone succeeded in reaching the peak of the Sacred Creator in five hundred thousand years and ascended, they would survive and live like other ascended cultivators in the higher dinsion.
But forget reaching the peak of the Sacred Creator in five hundred thousand years; reaching even interdiate Sacred Creator in that short ti was enough to consider the cultivator a heaven-chosen talent.
The fastest it had taken a cultivator from early Sacred Creator to peak Sacred Creator was three hundred million years, which was way higher than only five hundred thousand years.
Due to the restriction, the mbers of the Friak race stopped cultivating at the peak of the Sacred Monarch.
The woman in front of the store was one such mber of the race who had stopped cultivating once her energy level reached the peak of the Sacred Monarch.
Elosi looked at the building in front of her with a mixture of expressions. Her coming here was nothing more than a coincidence.
The Friaks had no more than a few thousand mbers in the race, and most of them were between the Supre God and the Sacred Monarch. After any mber touched the peak of the Sacred Monarch, they would begin a journey through the dinsion and would travel as much as they could in five hundred thousand years.
During those five hundred thousand years, they wouldn't use any travel portal but would do it on their own. As for why they chose a fixed duration of five hundred thousand years for travel, it had an extraordinary aning in their lives.
Elosi had also been traveling for the past three hundred forty-six thousand and seven hundred years and had co to the store by coincidence.
Elosi was going to enter the store when suddenly her face turned solemn. The next mont, she disappeared from the street.
Aakesh, who saw the situation through his own eyes, moved his eyes away since the new custor had left even before entering the store. From the sudden reaction, it seed sothing unusual had happened.
Since Aakesh had gained a mont of reprieve, he decided to continue checking his quests. Pills, skills, and Panagea were done, and a few more products were left.
The next mont, a blue screen containing the details of the fifth weapon's quest appeared in front of Aakesh.
[Mission Sequence: Fifth
Objective: Sell weapons and training hours,
Details: With the purchase from Garry, the store has fulfilled all requirents for the last quest. It's not the ti to celebrate, but it's only the beginning. Work even more diligently to make more and more custors interested in the product.
Number of weapons you need to sell: 1,000,000,000,000,
Number of custors or training hours: 2,000,000,000,000 training hours*,
Days required: 36,000 Days,
Mission reward: Availability of fifty new types of weapons types for sale and training,
Failure Punishnt: The disappearance of ten types of weapons at random, and the sales commission will be reduced to 0% of the product's price for five hundred years.]
*- (2,000,000,000,000 trivial, normal, moderate, or difficult) training hours = 400,000,000,000 Immortal training hours = 100,000,000,000 Gods and Demons training hours = 1,000,000 Primordial training hours.)
Not long after, a smaller blue screen containing the details of the progress also popped out in front of Aakesh.
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