Cultivation was hard.
If it were easy, there wouldn't be so many old scheming monsters who did so much just to make convoluted plans, genocide of countless beings, and who knows what else just for their advancement.
Countless cultivators had spent eons just to take a single step forward. Countless more had spent those same eons and achieved nothing at all. The path of progression was littered with the corpses of those who had tried and failed, who had struggled and been found wanting, who had reached for heights beyond their grasp and been broken by the attempt.
Cultivation for Noah was also hard but... in a different way.
With his Infinity currently being Countable and Geodesic Weavings falling under his grasp, he had to do as much as he could to incorporate these ideas of Infinity into every aspect of his existence.
Without breaking himself.
