The Supreme Emperor asked very calmly.
Sikong Jiu's excited words came to an abrupt halt, and his eyes gradually became shrouded in terror.
Yes.
Without the guidance of Samsara Sea, where would the countless souls, and the souls of those who die in the future, go?
Sikong Jiu could not provide an answer.
Perhaps, the souls would remain like puppets without directives at the place of death, naturally dissipating over time.
Perhaps, they would be captured by malicious cultivators with ulterior motives.
Then.
The Heavenly Dao of the Immortal Domain would gradually rot and collapse.
Sikong Jiu always believed that the Heavenly Dao of the Immortal Domain was like the roots and trunk of a towering giant tree.
And his kind of small star's will of the Heavenly Dao was just insignificant leaves on the towering giant tree.
The disappearance of Samsara Sea meant that the tree roots would no longer be intact, and countless pests would begin to wreak havoc from the decaying roots.
