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The moment everything started smoothly, the atmosphere between heaven and earth seemed to be cleansed again. In the place where countless fortunes gathered, golden light shot up into the sky, like thousands of dragons soaring into the sky. The magnificent laws flowed down from the void, like the whispers of gods, opening a new chapter for all the spirits in the world.

It is this moment that means the best success of this stage has arrived.

The practitioners felt an unprecedented clarity, their minds were kissed by the avenue, their souls were shaken, and their previously buried potential was completely ignited at this moment. They completed the breakthrough, the baptism of their own destiny, and the transformation that belonged to this era.

And the center of all this is none other than Chen Xiu.

Chen Xiu, who used to be low-key, has now become a key figure in the world. He used to bow his head and think about the future, but now he is looking down at the world. Everyone among the monks knows that Chen Xiu is the helmsman of this round of holy war and the creator of war and order.

In the vast sea of ​​stars, under the gazes of hundreds of millions of cultivators, Chen Xiu stood on the clouds of the Ninth Heaven, surrounded by holy light. His figure was illuminated by the sun and the moon, and it seemed that even the heaven and earth were making way for him.

He has already achieved his status, his strength no longer needs to be proven, his existence is a deterrent.

Many powerful people discussed privately:
"Chen Xiu is no longer a human. He is a resonator of the laws of the ancient world and a guide of the times!"

"Yes, now that all the saints are gathered around him, who can still compete with him?"

At this moment, Chen Xiu finally realized what his status meant.

That was not a false name, nor was it an honor, but an unavoidable responsibility, a fighting spirit that must be shouldered. What he represented was not only himself, but also the beliefs of hundreds of millions of monks and the future of countless races.

His success or failure will determine the tilt of the entire prehistoric situation.

This is not a personal war, but a clash of times.

This realization was also silently passed on to every practitioner around him. Whether it was the Holy Son of the Gods, the daughter of the Demon King, the Great Sage of the Humans, or the Lord of the Demon Realm, they all understood that once this battle started, it would be life or death, and there would be no retreat.

The war drums thundered and the sky shook.

"My fellow saints, follow me to fight!" Chen Xiu shouted loudly, and the holy weapon flew into the sky.

His voice exploded like thunder, spreading across the four poles, awakening the fighting spirit dormant in the depths of time. Dozens of saints responded. They were the strongest of each race, the cohesion of millions of beliefs, and the last trump card of each race.

Some of them are covered with dragon scales, some have wings on their backs, some ride on fire phoenixes, and some wield divine thunder. Each of them is as powerful as a mountain and has unparalleled majesty.

They did not hesitate, nor did they need to hesitate, because Chen Xiu's charge had already paved the way for them.

"kill!"

The saints charged forward with Chen Xiu. In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color, the void shattered, and billions of divine lights intertwined in the sky like falling stars.

Ahead is the Gate of the Heavens, the broken node of the ancient seal, and the oldest and most dangerous war stronghold in the entire prehistoric world.

And now, they're here.

The murderous intent is as strong as a flood, and the holy power is as powerful as a mountain.

The entire battlefield seemed to have become the flesh and blood body of a gigantic divine beast. The saints were the sharp claws that tore it apart, and Chen Xiu was the divine eyes that controlled the direction.

The enemy's geniuses were unwilling to give in, and they showed their sainthood one after another to fight against the saints of Chen Xiu's side. Gods and demons roared, demons howled, and the ancient formations awakened again. Skyfire, underworld thunder, and chaotic whirlpools piled up layer by layer, almost drowning the world.

But Chen Xiu did not retreat at all.

He raised the holy weapon high, transformed into a golden crow, and walked on fire. The blazing flames covered the sky and the earth, and wherever he passed, the enemy lines collapsed. Every swing was accompanied by the meaning of the Great Dao, and every charge was protected by saints.

This is no longer a battle between mortals, but a game among gods and a clash of the wills of the ancient world.

After that earth-shaking blow, the star field was shattered and the seal collapsed. Chen Xiu led the saints to fight into the core area, which was the battlefield where countless ancestors were buried and the place where the rules of the heavens intersected.

The mysterious altar stood in the center, and the remnant soul of the first demon god in the prehistoric world was sealed on the center of the formation. This was the core of the enemy's strongest power. Once it was released, there would be no peace between heaven and earth.

"Set up the formation and open the seal of the sky!" Chen Xiu gave an order, and dozens of saints formed a formation and worked together to cast a thousand-year-old forbidden spell.

The runes are like the sea, shining with golden light.

The remaining soul of the demon god roared to the sky, but under the attack led by Chen Xiu, the formation was like a divine lock that blocked all realms, binding it layer by layer and completely suppressing it.

"In the prehistoric world, rebellion will not be tolerated!" Chen Xiu shouted angrily, and the sacred weapon suddenly transformed into a ten-thousand-foot-long halberd, wrapped in thunder, and struck the final blow. "Boom!!!"

The halberd fell and the evil spirit dissipated.

This strike was not only a victory, but also a declaration that Chen Xiu had engraved into the world with his own will - he dominated the situation of this war.
After the war, hundreds of millions of cultivators cheered.

"Chen Xiu wins!"

"The Saint is invincible!"

"The attack of the heavens begins today!"

Chen Xiu just stood quietly on the broken earth, his eyes looking through the war towards the more distant star regions.

He knew that today's victory was only the beginning of a bigger chess game. But at least, in this war-torn era, he had become an incredible miracle in the hearts of countless people.

Chen Xiu’s combat era has just begun.

The world was primordial and boundless. All things revived, the heavens shook, and a mighty storm swept in, blowing away the silent fog and opening a new chapter for this ancient world.

At this moment, everything started smoothly, just like the first ray of light at dawn, reflecting the brightest glory between heaven and earth.

Chen Xiu stood on the top of a thousand-foot-high peak, overlooking the battlefield where waves were rolling. The storm of holy light continued to gather into an indestructible force, stirring the hearts of countless practitioners.

His eyes were as clear as water, calm but sharp. After experiencing countless trials and tribulations, he finally understood his position.

This is not only a symbol of glory, but also carries the expectations of all living beings, leads the heroes of the heavens, and has the responsibility to open up the future.

No one between heaven and earth can ignore the existence represented by Chen Xiu.

His fame is unrivalled, his power is unrivalled, his will is as strong as a rock.

At this moment, Chen Xiu has clearly realized the combat era he is in.

This era belongs to the advancement of the brave and the competition among countless people who pursue strength. It is a glorious chapter with shining stars and saints and heroes dancing together.

In the center of the battlefield, Chen Xiu led countless saints with great momentum, waving the golden holy weapon in his hand, and led them to charge into battle.

Each of the saints was wearing holy light armor, with spiritual energy surging in their bodies and magic spells spinning, working together to build an indestructible offensive.

Their figures were like meteors streaking across the night sky, swift and precise. Wherever they went, the enemy formations collapsed and the laws of heaven and earth trembled.

Every slash and every roar is the deepest call in the hearts of countless practitioners.

"The Saint Army led by Chen Xiu has become the most important presence on the battlefield." An old man murmured on the battlefield in the distance, "His status is not only a symbol of strength, but also a symbol of victory."

On this day, Chen Xiu's actions were like a revelation, carrying the most dazzling brilliance in the prehistoric world.

He regards every battle as a test, a growth, and an opportunity to prove himself different.

And at this moment, he has become an incredible legend in the hearts of many people.

Those who once doubted him were silenced and turned to admiration in this huge battle.

They watched Chen Xiu leap on the blade, averting danger and looking unstoppable.

He is the center of the storm, the controller of the war, and the beacon of all living beings.

In the ancient world, heroes, gods, demons and monsters are fighting for glory and survival.

Chen Xiu knew very well that this was not just a simple battle, but a choice about faith, will and future.

He led the saints to charge into battle, to face the most dangerous enemies, to break through layers of encirclement, and to break through countless desperate situations.

Every attack is a new breakthrough, and every victory is a rewriting of destiny. (End of this chapter)