2071. Blame
Noah couldn't help but feel wary of Heaven and Earth's decisions. They were different from what he had grown used to during the previous stages of his cultivation journey.
The rulers didn't attack mindlessly anymore. Instead, they had precise goals behind every Tribulation, and they didn't mind backing off whenever those plans went wrong.
The orange city shrunk in the form of a small district that made it easier to leave the patch of void and fly toward the nearest weak sky. Noah silently followed those floating buildings as he tried to imagine what Heaven and Earth had in store.
The Tribulations had grown stronger, the assaults had become smarter, and the tactical retreats prevented Noah from inflicting any consistent damage to the reserves of energy. Heaven and Earth were playing a slow and safe game as they slowly prepared for the final battle.