Noah's cultivation level began to fall as the force continued to push him forward. His senses had started to work again, but he continued to alternate blackness with white sceneries.
His companions were in a similar situation, but he couldn't sense them. His centers of power felt too weak as the drawbacks of his ambition began to fall on his existence.
Noah knew that he had pushed his limits too far. No amount of energy would make him able to ignore the incoming drawbacks. He needed to rest properly, and the process might take entire years.
His almost aware consciousness tried its best to keep Noah awake, but he felt weak beyond reason. His centers of power wanted to turn off and get their well-deserved rest, and his existence even struggled to fill his insides.
