Chapter 1: Samsara and World Creation Realm
What is samsara? What does it mean and is it physical or spiritual? Some say it is a prison — a law that binds even the strongest.
We, as humans, have given it a notion as the rebirth of something anew. But still, it is a human term — but so far it has proven to be successful. A cycle of life and death, ensuring all things are bound to return.
These were the thoughts of the 7 figures that stood before an old man cloaked in white; their expressions were grim, their eyes filled with unspoken fears as they stood within the halls of an ancient temple beyond the folds of the 3000 worlds, even beyond the World Tree.
At the center of the room, a massive wheel floated — a cosmic construct, its gears turning beyond mortal understanding. It was known by many names: The Samsara Wheel, The Cycle of Return, The Will of Existence.
The old man spoke to the woman's perspective of Samsara being a prison:
"No one truly breaks Samsara. They only delay its grasp."
He turned toward the wheel, watching its endless motion. "The moment someone escapes, they become something that should not be — a force that does not belong, a distortion, an anomaly."
"Then what of Yang Kai?" one of the warriors asked. "He walks a path beyond fate — what will become of him?"
The sage sighed. "This is the question, is it not? If he succeeds, he will return — but not as he was. If he fails, he will be devoured by the wheel, scattered into fragments across time and space."
"Either way," the woman murmured, "he will not be the same."
The hall fell silent once more. Outside, the the universe trembled — the final battle had begun.
[No Return Zone – Boundary]
In the boundless cosmos, where great territories stretched like veins across the starry void, there existed warriors whose power could shatter realms, whose fists dictated the fate of the worlds. Among them, one name stood forward and above all — Yang Kai, the Great Void Emperor, the master of space and time, and now the bearer of a burden even the heavens feared.
Floating above the fractured battlefield, Yang Kai's golden eyes reflected the ruins of countless fallen star realms. Ink had spread like a plague, corrupting everything — turning life into mindless puppets of darkness. He could hear the whispers of the void, the dying cries of worlds consumed in an instant.
"This is not the end of the cycle," he thought. "No more rebirths. No more cycles of rise and fall — only the true end."
Yet the embers of defiance still burned within him — so there he was, waiting for the time to come.