Lirian's soul floated in the darkness in a state of limbo he wasn't alive or dead, he knew this state well it what was what he became between his many lives, "Who's there!?" he shouted, he couldn't detect where the voice came from it sounded like everywhere.
'Your assumption would be correct I am everywhere.' the voice answered pleasantly Lirian would go so far as to call it warm.
He felt faint excitement at the moment, something he didn't understand was happening and he was communing with something that even he couldn't detect.
It even made him stop thinking about what had happened momentarily, as he pondered over who would be so foolish as to try and catch his dying soul.
'hahaha,' the voice laughed and it sounded almost like a grandfather enjoying the pleasures of speaking to his grandchild, 'You are so very audacious, though I do suppose that over the years you have earned such a right, you are the perhaps the only one with such a right, oh destroyer of plains, the shatterer of shattering's, the great demon of the end, or as you were called not so long-ago Chaos Bringer.'
Lirian glanced around with raised brows and let his thoughts flow, by now he realized that his surface thoughts were all open to this entity, 'To know so much about me, you must either be one of the eternals I haven't meet yet or one of their verdant supporters.'
'If you are one of the eternals, then I'll show you why all of your kind shits themselves when they so much as hear my name, but if you are one of their supporters, well consider your devotion to them as your own misfortune,' he chuckled coldly.
The laughter in the voice stilled, the darkness seemed to become slightly darker if that was possible when there was already no light, 'I'll allow that insult of comparing me to such lowly beings to pass just this once, it was merely something you said in your ignorance but I will caution you against saying something so foolish again.'
This time Lirian was truly shocked, this person knew of the existence of the eternals and yet he still considered them as lowly beings, while Lirian never considered them as equals he did not think them insignificant.
What also surprised him was that the entity paid no heed to his threat, as if it found such word funny.
If it was anyone else he would just write it of as ignorance, but this entity already knew about his past, yet still dared to act as so.
Is he a third-grade god, he wondered it was the only explanation he could come up with, which left him even more curious because his real father was the only third-grade god in existence, could another god of that level have been born.
"Who are you?" he asked with a scrunched-up face.
'You mean that you don't remember?' the voice asked in an amused tone.
Lirian looked around trying to point out where the voice was coming from, he really wanted to scream in this persons face for asking something so stupid, "I remember every conversation I've ever had with someone that wasn't trying to kill me, and I assure you that I'd remember you if you if we had a conversation."
The voice chuckled, 'Of course you'd think that, well I didn't allow you to remember, so there is that.' it spoke with a pondering tone.
Lirian only smirked in response, this person had to be a fool, "Do you think yourself capable of playing around with my memories, I dare you to try if you can,"
'Wow you really are insulting me a lot in your thoughts,' the voice mused with a helpless sigh, 'That's so mean, if it were anyone else, they'd be so dead by now.'
'Getting back to the topic, against the current you, I wouldn't dare to think about doing such a thing, I would barely even have a 5% success rate, but then the you of the past is an entirely different story.'
Lirian still felt that the entity was, overestimating itself by saying that it had a 5% success rate of playing with his mind, but he let slide for now as more pressing thoughts took its place.
"Are you saying that we've met?", a dangerous glint could be seen in Lirian's eyes, until then he wasn't taking the voice seriously because he could detect a slightly teasing tone coming from it, but if it was someone who met him in the past and managed to erase his memories it was a different story.
'Easy now, I never said I erased your memories I merely sealed them away, that's why I'm speaking to you now, it's to give you a warning.'
"Speak," Lirian commanded.
The voice sighed, 'Honestly if you weren't so interesting I'd have killed you by now,'
'This is your last chance, if you die this time there is no coming back for you, and if you wish to survive, if you wish to succeed then you must complete 'it' and transcend all things.'
"Wait, what do you mean, do mean I'll die a permanent death?" he asked with a look full of hope, "Do you mean it I can die!", he understood what the 'it' was, but death was the only thing that held his attention.
The voice sighed 'Remember that your life does not belong to you alone this time.' Lirian froze as he remembered his mother and his father, and a sense of guilt washed over him they had given him so much and he was being selfish thinking about experiencing a true death.
"But why is this my last my last chance and what do you mean by succeed, what is it that I must succeed in doing anyway?" he asked slightly puzzled by the voice words from the mysterious entity.
'The plains of the 33 Neather Heavens and the Elysium plain, draw their final breath, if you transcend then you can survive but should you fail then all the plains shall perish and return to the void, when that happens you'll disappear because you are linked to the main plain of the Neather Heavens.'
Lirian fell into deep contemplation as he looked into the darkness, this person knew as much as him, no he inwardly chided himself, this person knows even more.
He is well aware of the plains and even knows their names not to mention that he knows about my path as a cultivator without me even telling him, not even the system could detect that this person knew about me and was watching me.
Lirian nodded slowly, "You still haven't told me who you are?"
The darkness shifted and a blueish mist began to form in the world of darkness.
The mist reminded him of the currents in the void it drew closer but didn't reveal the person inside, 'If you're so curious, then complete 'it', it is the key to the memories I have sealed inside you, and remember that to complete 'it' you must confront the front truths that you do not wish to accept.'
Lirian felt himself shudder, this person truly knew more about him than he realised.
'Now return I've restored your fate string so don't waste those ethereal revival embryos even to me something like that is valuable.'
'Oh, and tell your mom to stop pouring that filthy saints grace energy inside you, I've already dispelled what she put inside you, to complete 'it', you have to ensure that you only use esper's breath energy to temper yourself.'
'If you succeed then I suppose we'll meet again in a little less than a million of your years.'
The blue mist pushed Lirian and he vanished from where he stood.
When he opened his eyes again he could see his mother's beautiful bronze face, stained with fresh tears and snot pouring from her nose as she clung to his body in desperation, he would have thought that she was the one dying from her reaction.