Ji Hao deduced another possibility concerning samsara: a backlash from heaven and earth. Perhaps samsara had once truly existed, but its existence interfered with the normal workings of karma, preventing death from extinguishing life like a lamp. Trillions upon trillions of living beings lived and died, their karma piling up layer upon layer until it finally became a great karmic retribution that even an End-of-the-Road Immortal Emperor could not endure. It was possible that samsara had destroyed itself as a result.
"Emperors do not possess the power to create samsara. The Underworld claims to control it, but that is a delusion. I once fought my way into the Underworld, studied its Dharma Techniques, and examined the Psychic Nether Treasure. Although they possessed certain mysteries, none contained the power of samsara. In my estimation, even an immortal probably cannot truly establish samsara." The Ruthless Emperor's expression was solemn. It was the first time she had spoken at such length; clearly, she attached immense importance to this question.
Ji Hao was speechless. No wonder the Psychic Nether Treasure was so obsessed with the chaotic body, painstakingly searching for true blood for hundreds of thousands of years without wavering. So this was the root of it.
The beating it had taken from the Ruthless Emperor must have left quite an impression!
Ji Hao could not help smiling. The Underworld really was miserable. Of all the Red Dust Immortals throughout history, that single faction had managed to offend nearly half.
"Samsara..." At the mention of this subject, he, too, fell somewhat silent.
Samsara was truly a taboo existence in this world. It seemed to be connected to great karmic retribution.
"There was once a Supreme Expert whose experiences resembled yours, Great Emperor. He excavated a stretch of the Reincarnation Road that could help people