The moment Noah's body crossed through the shimmering barrier surrounding the blue planet, the Cultivation Citadel of The Early Creature, something fundamental shifted in the relationship between his existence and reality itself.
It wasn't pain, exactly.
It was weight.
His own power, that infinite wellspring of Mana that had carried him through impossible situations, that had defied the natural order of existence time and time again…it turned against him!
Or rather, it didn't turn against him so much as it suddenly remembered that it was supposed to follow certain rules, certain laws, and those laws were now being enforced with prejudice that bordered on malicious.
The Infiniverse became an anchor dragging him down.
The Principle of Perpetual Harvest, still settling into the fundamental structure of his being, became chains wrapped around every particle of his existence.
