An image of a completely unfamiliar starry sky—one that did not belong to any sky observable from Earth in Sno's memories—appeared before him. It was followed by terrifying pain that nearly melted his consciousness away, along with golden light rapidly receding at the very edge of his perception.
After his "mass" reached equilibrium with Ancient Chaos, his memories slowly flowed into Ancient Chaos, retaking the body suppressed by the Three Sages. At the same time, Ancient Chaos's surviving memories from antiquity gradually flowed into his consciousness.
Two masses of mist, one black and one white, intertwined in the air. Yet due to the previously scrambled pathways, neither was purely black or white; black contained white, and white contained black.
As the two masses of mist chased and merged with each other, they seemed to form an abstract, illusory taiji pattern that slowly rotated within this mantle space.
Sno had thought the first thing he would see would be barren land, a pitch-black sky, or perhaps a crimson moon and brass-colored lightning...
Yet what truly appeared before him was only a beautiful starry sky, accompanied by indescribably intense pain that pierced his bones, his heart, and his soul.
As the information that could perhaps be called memories poured into his consciousness, his vision—or rather, his perception—also recovered. He began to see his own body: a shapeless mass of mottled mist that constantly twisted, shifted, stretched, and contracted.
He gradually began to understand. He understood everything that had happened to him, and he also understood his current state.
Uncertain Mist.
That was the essence of the body he currently occupied.
Although the information transmitted by Ancient Chaos was so fragmented and distorted, he had his substitute as a buffer.
Just as he had entrusted his main consciousness to his substitute after advancing