In the Cultivation Citadel.
Noah sat on the ground with his legs crossed in a meditative posture as crimson-gold flames continued to burn all around him in their endless dance of torment.
Even while withstanding such excruciating pain that would have long since collapsed lesser beings, his expression remained calm and analytical. His eyes were even showing an expectant light.
The reason was none other than the fact that at this moment, after almost an hour of continuous feeding of resources into THE Organ of Civilization, he had managed to form nine Unquantifiable Units of Everything.
Nine Mobius strip objects floated in his head at this moment, each one a masterwork of impossible geometry and concentrated authority!
And his entire existence buzzed with immensity for it.
