In the past, through countless repeated cycles, every time had brought an intense sense of incompatibility.
That incompatibility felt as though two utterly unrelated things had been forcibly kneaded together.
But this contact was like milk and water blending as one.
A point of light. A mortal body.
The instant they touched, they merged completely.
Only then did Chu Mu, who had nearly gone numb through these countless cycles, barely react.
Yet having fallen into mortality, even if he had noticed, there was clearly little he could do.
He could only watch helplessly as that streak of Fleeting Light merged with him...
Once the two had fully fused, Chu Mu felt an indescribable familiarity surge into his heart.
It was like a wanderer returning to his long-lost homeland.
Then, that mortal body abruptly transformed into specks of starlight, as though dispersing into nothingness.
Yet in the end, it did not completely vanish.
The specks of starlight formed from his mortal body all gathered around that point of Fleeting Light.
Having completely fused with him, this point of Fleeting Light did not vanish in a flash as it had before.
Instead, it wondrously endured within this darkness.
Surrounded by the specks of starlight that Chu Mu had become, that point of Fleeting Light seemed to transform into a real shooting star, streaking through the dark void and speeding toward its deeper reaches.
And Chu Mu, now reduced to specks of starlight, had not lost consciousness. Instead, he entered an extraordinarily strange state of possession, traveling swiftly through this dark void alongside the shooting star.
Perhaps it was only an instant. Perhaps countless ages had passed. In a daze, Chu Mu felt the endless, profound darkness suddenly dissipate.
It was like being abruptly thrust from boundless darkness into light. The dazzling glare