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The winds and clouds are rising, and the wilderness is moving again.

The spiritual energy between heaven and earth seemed to be ignited at this moment, and beams of light rose from the ground and pierced the sky, and the nine heavens and ten earths trembled continuously. At that moment, it no longer belonged to a certain cultivator, nor to a certain sect, but to the era of all the strong.

They finally arrived at their destined "moment of action".

Billions of lives and tens of thousands of monks woke up from their deep sleep, deep cultivation, and exploration. They walked out of the mountains and forests, broke through the air from the secret realm, and set out on their journey from caves, temples, and endless wastelands. The wilderness was like a giant beast awakening, and a torrent that had not been seen in tens of thousands of years surged at this moment.

This is not an ordinary war - this is an era of "attacking the heavens", an era of challenging the fate of the entire prehistoric world.

And every monk finally understood: they were not fighting for survival, but for "their own era".

Feng Wuming, leader of the Tianxuan Sect, walks on the sky, with lightning around him like a net, as if he is the lord of thunder controlling heaven and earth; Yan Xiyi, the Saint of Xuanhuo, transforms into a fire phoenix, burning the nine heavens; Ling Yu, the Shadow King of Changye Villa, wields a cold blade, tearing apart countless hostiles in the shadows; and countless hidden powerful men who have never appeared in the world, walk out of the seal, with murderous intent and Tao heart condensed over a long period of time, and challenge the origin of heaven and earth.

"This is my moment." An old man dressed in rags but exuding a shocking aura murmured softly, and every step he took shattered the void.

"I will eventually walk out of the God's Tomb and see how many people in this world still remember me." On the other side, a woman carrying an ancient symbol laughed softly, with the divine pattern between her eyebrows shining, as if awakening the sleeping gods.

And among them, there is also Chen Xiu.

At this moment, Chen Xiu was wearing golden armor, with nine stars surrounding his head and boundless golden clouds under his feet. He was like a king surrounded by stars, standing firmly on the top of the sky. Those who once doubted him and were hostile to him were now silent. Because they saw that this young man was walking on the road to the battlefield of God.

"He is the name that will be remembered by history." An elder of an ancient sect murmured.

"His light is enough to illuminate our entire era." Someone responded, his voice full of awe.

However, Chen Xiu was not confused by the praise. He knew very well that at this moment, everyone had opened up their own battle plan, and everyone was heading towards the core of the war with the most "serious" attitude.

Fighting is not a reckless charge, but a design and rewriting of "one's own destiny".

Those monks who had been preparing for years, at this moment, all played their trump cards: those who had been training swords for years drew their swords and struck, and the sword energy tore the sky apart; those who practiced body training had golden bodies shining brightly, and their fists pressed down the void ten thousand miles away; those who practiced Tao soul released their primordial spirits, transformed into stars and struck all races.

They entered into their "favorite fighting style" - some used formations set up over thousands of miles to lure the enemy in; some used poison to blockade all directions and wear the enemy out to death; some directly used their spiritual consciousness to kill the enemy thousands of miles away, and a single thought could cause the heaven and earth to collapse.

Their seriousness reflects their ultimate confidence in their own strength and their decisiveness in drawing the sword that they have sharpened for thousands of years.

And Chen Xiu also started the combat mode he was best at - "Battle to Break Limits".

His fighting style is not limited to a certain method, but is based on the Chaos Talent, integrating the myriad ways of heaven and earth to create his own way. He is never afraid of strong enemies, nor does he avoid the sharp edge, but looks for a breakthrough in desperate situations and reshapes the rules in the broken.

In this battle, he did not fight for victory, but to **"verify whether he can defeat heaven and fate"**.

As the golden light burst out again, the Tianyuan Holy Weapon in Chen Xiu's hand completely released its power, and a breath that made everyone's heart palpitate swept across the battlefield. He stepped on the Eight Desolate Phantom, and nine magic images emerged from behind him, namely:
Fire Qilin, burning the sky and destroying the earth;

The nine-feathered phoenix flaps its wings and startles the world;

The shadow of the Azure Dragon swept across the sky; the divine ape of the Moon lifted up the sky and split the earth;
The Emperor's martial statue, his aura controls the ten directions;
The nine-life cat appears and disappears mysteriously;
The golden roc of Tianmu flies across the sky for thousands of miles;
The Thunder God's fighting spirit flashes with lightning;

The formless chaotic shadow represents the "infinite possibilities" of his entity.

This is Chen Xiu’s serious battle plan—Nine Elephants Return to Origin, Chaos Without Form.

He not only suppressed the enemy with this, but also verified himself. Every move and every style was like an inscription on a monument, shaking the heart of heaven and earth. On the surrounding battlefield, countless strong men retreated in horror, just because that "will to win" seemed to pierce the soul, making it impossible for people to look at it closely.

The spectators in the distance also fell silent. They finally understood why the focus of the entire battlefield was always on Chen Xiu. It was not because he was the strongest, but because he was the most "clear-headed" - he clearly knew when to exert force, how to fight, and why he became the "man of destiny."

He has never been a puppet of fate, but a breaker who tears apart the chains of fate.

Finally, amidst the loud noise of the collapse of all things, Chen Xiu waved his palm to suppress an ancient prodigy with the blood of the gods. His palm print turned into thousands of streams of light, sealing him in the Divine Gang Rift, and there was no trace of him between heaven and earth.

"This battle belongs to me." Chen Xiu spoke calmly, his tone was calm but loud like thunder.

In the sky, a ray of light slowly rises, like the dawn in the darkness. All those who fight seriously will get their rewards, the successful ones will hold their heads high, and the losers will leave in dismay.

But this is the price of advancing into the heavens - only those who are qualified can stand before the "next heavenly gate".

Chen Xiu looked back at the battlefield, his eyes as calm as water.

"Come on," he said, "the next battle will be at the summit of the heavens."

At this moment, the space and time between heaven and earth seemed to be torn apart suddenly. Everything was quiet, and only the heartbeats of countless practitioners shook the heaven and earth. The actions of each person had already begun.

The practitioners' figures moved in the void, their spells weaving like a thread, their vital energy flowing like a tide, the laws of heaven and earth flowing through their fingertips, transforming into endless power. Everyone felt that their own unique success was like a sharp sword piercing through the chaos and illuminating the way forward.

The mountains and rivers were still majestic, but the cultivators' eyes were fixed on the stars in the distance. Countless gates in the sky, sealed places, and forbidden ruins gradually awakened at this exciting moment.

"The era of the heavens' attack has finally arrived..." An old and loud voice echoed between heaven and earth.

In this vast and desolate land, countless camps are operating fiercely. The Heavenly Court, the Demon Realm, the Monster Clan, the God Clan... powerful men from all walks of life have gathered together and have begun to dispatch forces and deploy formations to start fighting.

They knew that this was not a simple battle, but a war that would completely change the future. Every action was filled with countless plans and bets on fate.

"Brothers, from today on, we have begun our true assault on the heavens." A demon leader's blood boiled, his eyes like flames, "Let's give it a try, only victory can control the future!"

Under the command of the Demon Realm, countless demon soldiers rushed to the front line like a tide. Their movements were clean, neat and precise. The battle plan had been repeatedly scrutinized, and each one was a fatal blow targeting the enemy's weaknesses.

At the same time, in the demon tribe's camp, the demon king personally went out to fight, his eyes as sharp as a knife. He held the Ten Thousand Demons Order in his hand, and under his command, thousands of demon soldiers rushed towards the opponent like a storm, with endless blood and violent power. The demon king was confident: "Today's battle will witness the true rise of the demon tribe." (End of this chapter)