Johannaâs problem with her father got solved after he promised that he would only attempt to start over ten thousand years later.
Johanna gave herself a target of ten thousand years to reach the stage where currently her father was. She was aware that despite her being around seventeen thousand years old, she was still only an intermediate Immortal. Whereas she now had given herself a target of ten thousand years not only to become an Immortal but also to reach the peak stage where she had the pseudo divine physique.
The specialty of the Art of the Doom said that the users of this art were more formidable than their counterparts at the same level. So for Johanna, it was not only a race to reach her fatherâs cultivation level, but it was also a race to become the mightiest in the Primal dimension after ten thousand years, excluding the Void beasts and the mysterious store owner.
Johanna wasnât aware of what Aakeshâs actual cultivation level was. But she was confident that he was the mightiest of the Primal dimension, including the Void beasts.
Since she was already conscious of the strong people in the Primal dimension, she set them as her target. The higher the target, the more hard work she would put in her efforts to reach the pinnacle of the Primal dimension in the next ten thousand years..
âSince I have promised you, I wonât attempt to start over for the next ten thousand years; I wonât do it. But remember, I wonât listen to any of your arguments after the time of the promise arrives,â Johannaâs father stated. His tone was surprisingly solemn in front of Johanna.
Johanna nodded and told her father that she understood and would never attempt to stop him after ten thousand years.
Johanna heaved a sigh of relief as her father let go of starting over the issue. At the same time, she couldnât help but release a wry smile as she was here to make her father understand why she wanted to start over. But what happened was that it was her who had to make her father understand why he shouldnât start over.
Johanna then stopped thinking about her father since it wasnât her primary goal. She was here to ask for help from her father in gathering the materials she would need to save herself from any complications that might arise in her crippling.
âFather, I am going to begin,â Johanna suddenly told her father.
âGo ahead freely. As long as I am here, you would safely become a mortal,â Johannaâs father replied. His tone was neutral, as if he wasnât talking to his favorite daughter.
Johanna didnât mind her fatherâs tone since she could understand what was going on in her fatherâs head. She didnât want to have anything other than her cultivation in her mind, so she would have her entire focus on herself and would be cautious while doing anything.
One wrong step and she would be dead. All her efforts would have been for naught, and she didnât want that.
Time flew by.
Even though Johannaâs fatherâs mind had gotten engulfed with that inexplicable feeling, he knew that now wasnât the correct time to focus on that. It was her daughterâs life at risk, and if anything happened to her, forget starting over; he wouldnât even be able to live his life due to guilt.
Johannaâs father then took a deep breath and forcefully pushed the thought of the Art of the Doom and that inexplicable feeling into the back of his mind.
His eyes cleared as he looked at his daughter. Nothing was sure to happen in the cultivation, so she gently patted her head, and shared his good fortune with her.
Johanna couldnât help but widen her eyes as she suddenly felt a comfortable feeling washing through her. She looked at her father, only to see a gentle smile on his face.
âRumble!â
The feeling between the duo of father and daughter didnât continue for long as suddenly a rumble rang in the sky, breaking the concentration.
Sharing good fortune with others wasnât a natural way of life, so the Primal dimension sent a tribulation to warn Johannaâs father. It was dangerous but not deadly enough for him to get seriously injured or killed.
It was just a warning from the Primal dimension. If Johannaâs father dared to do it again, the next tribulation wouldnât be so easy for him to fight.
Johanna finally knew what that comfortable feeling was. She couldnât help but hug her father as getting a warning from the Primal dimension was never beneficial for anyone.
âDonât worry about me. As long as your father is alive, you donât have to worry about anything,â Johannaâs father smilingly told his daughter, and without waiting for any response, he vanished from the room.
The next moment, he appeared in the sky, directly facing the dark clouds slowly gathering.
Johanna wasnât the only child of her father, and he had more than ten thousand children in total.
Those children who were currently on their paternal planet rushed toward the scene. They couldnât help but suck a cold breath of air since they could feel the pressure from the clouds just by standing there.
At the same time, a warning came from deep within their heart. They werenât to enter the tribulation, or they wouldnât be able to come out of it unscathed.
Johannaâs father had a calm face as he braced for the tribulation. Since it was a warning from the Primal dimension, there was no way to fight it back.
Johannaâs father could only hope for the tribulation to go easy on him.
Fighting against it would result in a fierce counterattack from the Primal dimension, and there has been none who could face that. Even the Void beasts wouldnât be able to defend if the Primal dimension were to attack them with their full might, let alone he, who wasnât even in the top hundred mightiest people in the dimension.
Since it was only a warning, the dark cloud only sent a single thunderstrike.
It sent chills down everyone standing on the groundâs spine. Johannaâs eyes turned moist as she could feel the pressure from the thunderstrike.
She couldnât do anything and only hoped in her heart that it wouldnât severely harm her father.