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Heaven and earth meet, chaos returns to its origin. In this vast and boundless land, the flames of war have spread across the mountains and rivers, the energy has torn the sky apart, and the holy light has illuminated the universe. And at this moment of chaos, the most powerful practitioners finally ushered in the crucial battle that fate has pointed to.

This moment was the "meeting of destiny" they had been waiting for for a long time, the opportunity that fate had chosen. The most outstanding, determined, and calm practitioners had completed their long-planned battle plans one after another. Every seal, every technique, and every formation diagram was the result of their hard work and the embodiment of their beliefs.

The whole heaven and earth seemed to be making way for them; the wind and thunder were silent, the stars were silent, and all living things held their breath.

This is the best time and the happiest moment.

Every cultivator had an unprecedented clarity of mind. They seemed to see the lines of fate from the chaos, and saw the path of light leading to the peak ahead.

This "happiness" is not joy in the worldly sense, but a fighter's recognition of his own power and faith that is about to explode when facing a battle. It is a balance of tranquility and excitement from the depths of the soul.

At the core of the battlefield, Chen Xiu stood quietly on the top of the mountain, surrounded by spiritual light, like a god descending from heaven.

His eyes were so penetrating that they seemed to be able to penetrate the fog of fate and point directly to the other side of the future. The army behind him was ready to go, and the eyes of each monk were burning with fire, which was the desire for victory and the endless confidence in their own strength.

"At this moment, everyone has completed their preparations." Chen Xiu murmured, his eyes as bright as torches, "This moment is also our greatest luck."

He had long sensed that the general trend was set, the destiny of the heavens was flowing, the holy position was shaking, and the lifeblood of the prehistoric world was surging towards him.

Those cultivators who rose from humble beginnings in the past have today become powerful men who can compete with the heavens. Some of them control the art of burning the sky with fire, some harness the power of thunder to shake the world, and some have the ability to see into the dark and know the spirits, and can glimpse the origin of heaven and earth.

At this moment, all these people were lined up in an orderly manner, facing the enemy troops that were shaking in the distance.

They knew that this battle would not only determine the outcome, but also their future destiny and the future structure of the prehistoric world.

They chose to believe Chen Xiu, trust this young and determined saint - because he always made the most correct judgment at the most critical moment and led them to victory.

The sky shook and the enemy appeared.

They are the remnants of the Ten Thousand Demons Valley, the exiles of the Gods Rift, and the ancient evil beasts of the Ancient Demon Mountain. Each enemy has the power to destroy the world, and each camp carries endless murderous intent and greed.

But Chen Xiu was not afraid.

He held the holy weapon high, his body was like a torch, and the holy light was like a waterfall, hanging down from the sky, just like the way of heaven coming to the world to purify everything.

"Use your heart as a blade, your will as a shield, and destiny as your strength!" He let out a long roar and rushed into the enemy camp with infinite divine power.

Behind him, hundreds of saints roared in unison, and millions of monks surged like a tide, launching the most fierce charge together.

Their battle formations were like galloping dragons and snakes, their magical lights intertwined to form a sky curtain, and their spiritual energy rolled like ocean waves.

That is the wild song of battle, the true rhythm of the primitive world, and the truest happiness in the heart of every fighter.

Chen Xiu's strength shines like stars on the battlefield, and his movements are as smooth as water and as sharp as lightning.

With every blow, the enemy is defeated; with every roar, the laws tremble.

The enemy began to fear his existence and the irresistible aura. He was not just one person, he was the embodiment of an era, the collection of countless people's wills, and the node where fate intersected.

"He is not an ordinary cultivator." A demon leader in the enemy camp gritted his teeth and whispered, "He is the kind of person... favored by destiny."

But Chen Xiu had already understood that he was walking on the path of light given by fate.

He didn't get here by luck, but by his tenacity and growth after battles, and his precipitation and rebirth after failures.

But it is precisely because he has been so determined to get to this day that good luck will come, heaven and earth will respond, and fate will favor him.

The battle lasted for several days, with mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and the sky was dark.

But in the end, Chen Xiu and his comrades crushed the enemy with absolute strength, recaptured the lost land, and rebuilt the order of the prehistoric world. At the moment of victory, the world regained its vitality, colorful auspicious clouds appeared in the sky, the veins of the earth resonated, and the spiritual energy revived.

The practitioners cheered and raised their arms. They finally won the battle and also won their own moment of happiness.

Some people shed tears, some laughed wildly, and some sat quietly by the battlefield with their eyes closed in meditation, recalling the touching moment when their souls resonated with the heaven and earth.

Chen Xiu slowly put away the holy weapon and swept his eyes across the world.

There was no ecstasy in his eyes, only calmness and clarity.

"This is the best start," he said. "We still have a long way to go."

At this moment, he is not only the winner of the battlefield, but also the founder of the future era, the leader, and the flame that ignites everyone's hope.

The practitioners gathered around him, and countless pairs of eyes looked at him, full of respect and trust.

They knew that the saint before their eyes was not only the strongest fighter, but also the luckiest one.

Luck is not accidental, but inevitable.

It is the destiny he has earned through years of hard work and the burning of his life, and it is the recognition of heaven and earth that he has earned through one battle after another.

This ancient world is destined to be completely changed because of this battle and because of this person.

The "happy era" belonging to Chen Xiu and all those who fought seriously truly began from this moment.

The world was silent, and everything was quiet, as if the most surging power was hidden under the silence. At this moment, every practitioner in the prehistoric land had completed the plan they needed and climbed to the highest peak of their destiny.

The morning light was just breaking, and the afterglow of the holy light was like silk, spreading across the boundless battlefield. The strongest practitioners were steady and clear-minded. They had already outlined their own battle blueprints, and at this moment, they implemented them one by one without reservation - some were in seclusion, using magic to break the sky; some were setting up formations to suppress the enemy; some were unsheathing their magic weapons to break the void with force. Every step was accurate and correct; every move contained a unique mystery. The rules of heaven and earth were wandering at the fingertips, the laws of mountains and rivers were echoing in the heart, and the rhythm of the laws of all things responded one by one.

Some people built a blood array on the top of the Fuguang Mountain Range to awaken the sleeping ancient beast with their blood; some people held up a star array on the top of the Nine Heavens to control the universe with the power of the stars; some people condensed the primordial qi in the abyss of chaos, using the wildness of heaven and earth as a furnace to temper the furnace of all things. There are also body-refining monks who use supreme tendons and bones as arms, transform into the body of a dragon, and devour nothingness. Everyone is achieving the most recognized and most suitable extraordinary plan.

The energy between heaven and earth seemed to be completely activated by them. The heartfelt satisfaction and joy rippled in their hearts, like the sound of a spring hitting a rock. The so-called "best moment of happiness" is this moment - when all the plans and arrangements finally come true, the hearts of all living beings resonate with the primeval world. The rays of light suddenly reflected countless warm smiles; the wind and clouds suddenly turned into the most soothing gentleness, as if praising this historic moment.

“Such a realm is what we all aspire for all our lives.” In the distance, an old ancestor famous for his art of talismans was walking slowly on the mountainside. The talisman paper in his hand was burning out, and the runes were glowing. He murmured, “A hundred years of hard training, just for the success of this plan today. I have no regrets in my heart.” His face showed sweetness, as if he had tasted nectar and was satisfied.

At the same time, in another void, a thousand-feathered bird of destiny flapped its wings and circled. The light feathers fell like meteor showers, turning into lucky charms and scattering in all directions. The power of luck surged, protecting all the determined and brave practitioners. Anyone who was covered by the lucky charm light, their luck was born, the world turned around, and everything went smoothly. At that moment, the heaven and earth celebrated together, as if playing the most beautiful ode for them.

Chen Xiu stood in the center of the prehistoric world, his body gleaming with golden light, reflecting the thousands of cultivators. He looked inward, his thoughts were all about "the best start". From the top of the holy land to the sea of ​​clouds in the mortal world, his footsteps were everywhere; from the empty battle formation to the ancient ruins, his figure was everywhere. At this moment, he suddenly realized: the key to the end of fate does not lie in tyrannical strength alone, but in whether one can accurately realize what one wants in one's heart.

Then, Chen Xiu faced the crowd and shouted, "Everyone, all the plans for today have been completed. Everything is ready. Watch me make the final blow and open up a new era!" He raised the golden weapon, and auspicious clouds swirled above it, and the fighting spirit surged like a tide. In an instant, the laws of heaven and earth gathered on the weapon, turning into a silent prelude, spreading melodiously.

The saints surrounding Chen Xiu stood tall and straight, their eyes as sharp as torches. Those close friends who had fought side by side with him or had made a life-and-death pact with him at the critical moment of life and death were all ready. Their morale was high as a rainbow, like a devastating army, vowing to lead the war to the other side of victory.

"Break!" Chen Xiu shouted angrily, and he took the lead to fly up, and the golden spear pierced the void. The figure that was as fast as lightning, like a dragon from outer space, cut through the sky, and an invisible explosion wave swept in all directions. In an instant, the void within dozens of miles around was torn apart by him, and the law of confinement was completely broken.

The saints who followed closely behind launched their special skills one after another, using Chen Xiu as the anchor point to launch a fatal attack from all directions. Lights and shadows intertwined, spells were crisscrossed, martial arts whistled, and the explosions were like thunder rolling over the mountains. The spectators all held their breath, and saw that the battlefield was like thousands of meteors crashing into the vast ocean, splashing huge waves.

"The door to victory is about to open!" Chen Xiu raised his head and roared, his voice echoing in every fighting heart. He knew very well that after this blow, the situation in the ancient world would be reversed, and the heavens and the world would bow to him. And his success would become a beacon in the hearts of all serious fighters.

In an instant, a golden curtain of light descended from the sky, like a door to heaven. The door hid endless mysteries of laws and cracks in time and space, leading to an unknown but glorious future. Chen Xiu and the Saints, fearless of the void abyss, stepped into it hand in hand. The curtain of light followed and slowly closed, and the world returned to tranquility, leaving only the afterglow of holy light in the sky, heralding the beginning of a new era.

This moment belongs to all the practitioners who have successfully implemented their plans and experienced happy moments; it belongs to all the brave men who have quickly completed the blueprint in their hearts and welcomed the arrival of good luck; it also belongs to Chen Xiu, the strongest man who was the first to see the general trend and lead the heroes in the combat era.

The wilderness is more splendid because of their appearance; the heavens are more magnificent because of their striving. The road ahead is long, and only with unswerving fighting spirit and wisdom can we reach the end. The new era forged by the joint efforts of all living beings is waiting for every brave man to write it with blood and faith.

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