There was no way of knowing for sure since there is not time here.
After those countless years, he finally began to manage his memories. He was able to maintain thoughts and memories.
Gradually, he was gaining knowledge even in this place. This hell he was condemned to when he was erased from existence. He had endured it and was slowly taking it for himself.
Ryuga kept cultivating his abilities and over time, he had mastered something else. He was now able to forcefully recreate a physical form.
He was making a physical existence out of nothingness. He was literally manipulating it to his desires. But something else was happening.
For every moment he attempted it, his memories were returning. Also, he was drifting closer and closer to what he though was existence. The state of absence and emptiness felt clear because he couldn't feel a single thing within it.
But somehow, he was getting closer to something. He was getting drawn back into existence.
