Darkness.
That was all the entity could feel as it awoke, travelling through the space between dimensions.
It knew that it was travelling fast, not sure how fast but fast enough that it could not deviate at all from it's current path or slow down.
It was still a bit confused about it's situation, when it noticed the affinities circling around it's body going on their predetermined paths. And then, it remembered....
It remembered that it was a powerful Cultivator, the greatest of this side of the Chaos Heaven due to having focused on almost all major paths of power, Regretably it only learned of the paths of primordials shortly before his passing and could not get past the start for some esoteric paths such as fate. It remembered its attempt of the Trials of The Void and The Arcanum having barely passed despite the 1 in a trillion chance that it would survive and succeed.
And then it felt anger and helplessness as it remembered of the pursuit it suffered by the prince of the Kaldrenian Empire. He was swiftly disposed when they realised the only things he gained from the trials was 'merely' affinities for the Void and the Arcane. The cowards just didn't want it to grow powerful enough to escape their control.
And then.... There was nothing. The memories stopped there, 'probably to protect me', the entity thought
After some time it organized its thoughts and started to plan.
A plan for its eventual return to greatness