The two Saints faced this homeless predicament, and there were several possible outcomes.
Outcome 1: If they were lucky, they found a universe without their own seat, settled there, and successfully took refuge.
Outcome 2: They attacked another universe and settled there, competing with the local Saints of the same kind for Saint authority, forcing the other side out—but ninety-nine times out of a hundred, they would not be their match.
The other side had the home-field advantage. Did they really think the Saint Daoist friends of that universe would not help their friends beat them?
On their home ground, did they not have all sorts of methods?
The odds of launching a forced assault on a new homeland and dying with their Dao extinguished were extraordinarily high!
Outcome 3: No matter which Parallel Universe they went to, the inhabitants had already locked the doors. They could not even get in, let alone wage war. They could only drift about everywhere, unable to replenish their strength, like rootless duckweed, slowly withering to death.
As expected.
The two Saints took a lap outside, walking through the corridors of the River of Time and knocking on the universe glass windows on either side, yet not one universe let them in. Unable to find a way out and unwilling to die, they ran to take refuge with their enemy Elise.
In their eyes, Elise was on the opposing side and would surely take in the two great generals!
They were Saints of the new era, after all!
But.
"The might of the Ancient Saints cannot be insulted."
Elise's expression turned cold, and disdain surfaced in her eyes as she effortlessly slew them.
Without rules, nothing could take shape. Even the internal struggle among the four Saints had an unspoken understanding.
How could young,