Even an idiot knew that if you took a beating, you had to hit back.
If you couldn't win, you ran.
To say nothing of those powerful beings who had existed since time immemorial.
Taichu, Taishi, Taisu, Taiji, Taiyi, Hongmeng—not counting Chaos among them, there had been six Boundless Great Worlds. Aside from the Taichu Great World, where Emperor Cang had personally acted and crushed it completely with absolute power, the remaining five great worlds, by exhausting the strength of an entire world, had all managed to let at least some beings escape, more or less.
And for such living beings, the great worlds that had nurtured them had been sacrificed in their entirety.
Their homes were gone, leaving them with no choice but to wander the Void Land, and so they had an exceedingly humiliating collective name: Homeless.
The strength of the Homeless could roughly be divided into five camps.
Taishi, Taisu, Taiji, Taiyi, and Hongmeng.
Previously, Pangu had severed the River of Time. The commotion had been enormous and spread far and wide, to the point that even the Homeless hiding in the Void Land sensed it.
They thought the Black Tide had rolled in again, each of them like a bird startled by the mere twang of a bowstring.
The Dao thoughts of the five Dao Venerables transformed into indistinct phantoms whose features could not be clearly seen.
They stood towering in the Void Land, facing the direction where the River of Time had previously been cut off.
"Sword Venerable, could it be that the Lost Divine Court has come again?"
"There's a great possibility, but most likely, they aren't coming for us."
Among the five phantoms, one existence whose Dao form was closest to the Innate Dao Body and who carried a longsword on his back