Chapter 192: Pre Creation Mist

Chapter 192: The Pre-Creation Mist

There was a long suffocating pause. Just after ten seconds passed, the Divine Serpent answered with its archaic voice.

"Great Master, I don’t remember what happened... Neither do I know anything about the transmigration, but I do remember one thing."

Mo Fei scoffed inwardly; he knew that the Divine Serpent’s memories had been fractured, meaning it also didn’t know much, so it was pointless to accuse it. "Tell me."

"Remember the day I said... you have come again."

Mo Fei’s eyes widened slightly; that day when he got access to the spirit world, the Divine Serpent seemed to recognize him. "Why now?"

"My cosmic mind cannot differentiate between the original owner and the transmigrator. Your spirituality resembled the previous Lightless, who had died... I mistook you as him..."

The sleep and tiredness vanished for a moment from his face. "I see now. Do you remember what happened previously?"

"In the confrontation the previous Lightless sealed away one part of the spirit world so that ’He’ couldn’t take over the Astral World."

"Who?"

"Him." The Divine Serpent’s voice gradually lowered behind the spirit world. "I can’t recall ’His’ name, but ’He’ was the son of an ancient deity who had control over three different Authorities."

"Is that possible?"

"It is... but nothing comes without a cost. Furthermore, Great Master, the current access to the spirit world was also ruined by that. That is why I have restrictions."

Mo Fei pondered in his mind. ’The Grey fog of Mysteries... if that’s not one of the Astral worlds, then what was it?"

He hadn’t felt the Grey fog in a while, but now he wanted to see that world more clearly to understand the significance, but to accomplish that he had to call out the Primordial Perfect of Eternal Night once again, which directly influenced his mind, and if he did that, then he had far more chances of losing control due to the phantom thread.

"Summon the Mirror of Truth here."

As the words left Mo Fei’s lips, the temperature in the dimly lit rented room plummeted instantly. A layer of frost-like condensation spread across the windowpanes.

?From the dark corner of the room, shadows began to writhe and coil upon themselves, twisting into an oval frame of silver mirror. The surface rippled like an oil-slicked puddle, emitting a faint, mocking hum that vibrated directly against Mo Fei’s spiritual body.

?Yes, that was Vennisa. A Grade 0 Artifact. An ancient entity trapped behind a glass surface that possessed a personality even more erratic and deeply unsettling than the higher-ups of the orthodox churches.

?"Oh-ho? Look who finally decided to call out to me." A voice came out with a slippery amusement.

?Mo Fei suppressed the spike of spiritual corruption prickling at his temples, keeping his voice low and level. "Shut up, Vennisa. Today, I only need answers, not your commentary."

?"Answers? You want answers from a poor, defenseless mirror who spends its eternity staring at your shabby wallpaper?" The voice inside his head chuckled once. "Ha-ha, very well. Ask your question, but you know the rules of engagement, don’t you? One question for me... means one question from me."

?Mo Fei narrowed his eyes. He knew how Vennisa operated. To gain a truth, you had to pay a toll in the exposure of your most random, bizarre, or embarrassing thoughts.

?"I remember it very well." Mo Fei muttered, gripping the edge of the mattress. "Tell me... did my original soul ever exist in this body, or was I manufactured the moment I woke up in World 1?"

?The surface of the mirror flashed with a blinding, iridescent sheen. The ripples froze, and the silver frame twisted slightly, as if the artifact were leaning in to inspect the microscopic threads of fate.

?A suffocating silence stretched for three seconds before the voice replied, carrying the same sass.

?"Hmm... very strange. I can see that your soul existed in a very particularly weird world... Perhaps word 0. But the current vessel you wear was hollowed out by someone who had forcefully taken away the Embodiment. I recommend being prepared because the Embodiment that had been stolen... had found the path back."

?A cold shiver raced down Mo Fei’s spine, his breath catching in his throat. Before he could process the terrifying implication of the answer, the mirror’s surface suddenly surged with mischievous light.

?"Now! It’s my turn to ask!" Vennisa’s voice bounced with unnatural glee, the tone shifting instantly from cosmic horror to absolute absurdity. "Honorable, struggling, apprentice... answer this mirror honestly, unless you want to suffer a localized spiritual explosion, ha-ha-ha!"

?Mo Fei’s eyes twitched. Here it comes.

?"In your previous life, in that mundane world of concrete and steel where you used to study medicines and eat processed noodles... Why did you always pretend you didn’t see the shadow as a monster whenever you went to the bathroom?"

Mo Fei stared blankly at the mirror.

?The tense atmosphere of cosmic doom, divine betrayal, and existential dread receded for a moment, leaving him sitting in the dark room blinking in utter, bewildered silence.

?...

?"Well?" The mirror teased.

Mo Fei simply took a long sigh as he rolled his eyes and turned toward the window where he noticed a few clothes that... particularly looked like an entity due to how they were placed.

"It was better to be ignorant of fear than confront it. Eventually I learnt that it was better to hide the fact that I was indeed a bit scared of shadows, especially since I used to stay awake for assignments."

"Scardy cat!" Vennisa laughed mockingly as the frame of the mirror shook from the words.

"Be quiet... tell me now, what is truly the Grey Fog? It is not the spirit world; neither can the spirit world change color. Then was it another Astral world?"

Vennisa remained silent as a bright blue luminance came out of the mirror. "Hmm... very interesting. Do you really want to know?"

"Yes."

"Why don’t you return to the Grey Fog?"

Mo Fei groaned once and uttered the name of the Primordial Perfect of Eternal Night. "Due to them, last time I killed myself, if the spirit world didn’t protect me, then I may have even died right there. I cannot take the risk."

"Playing the no-reckless, I see. To your question, the Grey Fog is a realm I have never truly heard of before in the standard Eleven Worlds, but... there is a place above the Astral Realms, it is called the fog of Pre Creation Mist."

?Fog of Pre-Creation Mist...

?The phrase did not sound like anything native to the Eleven Worlds. Was it a relic of an era before the stars were lit or the Authorities were carved into existence? Mo Fei kept his eyes locked on the silver oval surface of Vennisa, whose glass still rippled with mocking swirls of iridescent light.

?"The Pre-Creation Mist?" Mo Fei repeated, his voice barely a rasp as he leaned forward, ignoring the phantom pain prickling at his temples. "Are you telling me that the Grey Fog I accessed... is really another Astral World?"

?"Most likely, but I can’t truly get into these Divinities much. You see, even I would rather avoid looking at Gods and destroy my existence. I can’t call out their names."

"Is that so? I suppose I have to do the divination once again... only then can I know what the Grey Fog of Mysteries is."