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In the beginning of time, the world was vast and boundless, stars twinkled, and all things shone brightly. In this endless river of time, countless cultivators emerged in the torrent of history. They were as brilliant as stars, yet as insignificant as dust. However, they all shared a common mission: to pursue the highest and create their own era.

At this moment, on the vast battlefield, smoke and dust filled the air, and the colors of heaven and earth changed drastically. Countless cultivators gathered here, standing tall in mid-air, draped in the spiritual light of heaven and earth, wielding spiritual weapons and divine artifacts, their bodies surging with spiritual energy, as if the wrath of all gods had gathered within them. This was the heart of the primordial war, and also the battlefield where the strongest would clash.

Among these cultivators, one stood out: Chen Xiu—a cultivator chosen by fate. He lacked a supreme divine body and was not the strongest in the world, but he possessed an unwavering heart and unique combat wisdom. Chen Xiu knew that this moment on the primordial battlefield was the opportunity for every cultivator to achieve self-realization and showcase their best combat strategies.

Chen Xiu stood atop a towering rocky peak, his gaze piercing as he watched the raging flames. A powerful pressure emanated from the heavens and earth, making even breathing heavy. He knew this was not merely a life-or-death struggle, but a fight against fate by the cultivators of the primordial world, a proclamation by the sages of the heavens to usher in the future.

"This moment belongs to all those with ambition," Chen Xiu murmured. He unfurled the spirit sword in his hand, which gleamed with a cold light, and sword energy surged forth like a tide, striking straight at heaven and earth.

In the vast and primordial world, cultivators progressed through stages from the mortal realm to the saint realm, each stage signifying a leap in strength. Chen Xiu was currently at the quasi-saint realm, but his vision far surpassed that of ordinary people. He knew that brute force alone could not guarantee victory; only by devising the most rational battle strategy could he remain invincible.

"The best battle plan?" Chen Xiu asked himself softly. The enemy before him was incredibly powerful; the enemy formation of tens of thousands of cultivators swept across the land like a natural disaster. If he rashly charged in, he would surely be trapped in a desperate situation.

He sat cross-legged, circulated his spiritual energy, and pondered deeply. Countless tactical variations, formation layouts, and combinations of spiritual weapons flashed through his mind. Battle was no longer just a simple contest of strength, but also a contest of wisdom and strategy.

A moment later, Chen Xiu slowly stood up, a determined light flashing in his eyes: "With my method, I will surely be able to shake up this primordial war situation."

He spearheaded a defensive and offensive strategy based on spirit arrays, utilizing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to form a layered encirclement. Each cultivator was assigned to the most suitable position according to their talent and cultivation level. The spirit beast guard was responsible for frontline reconnaissance, while stealth assassin squads infiltrated the core of the enemy formation to cut off enemy reinforcements.

Most importantly, Chen Xiu devised the "Heaven-Defying Flow" battle strategy: by constantly changing the battle formation's core and spiritual energy fluctuations, he disrupted the enemy's perception, making it difficult for them to detect their true movements. Each cultivator found their strongest role within this strategy, pushing themselves to their limits.

The awakening of countless cultivators
Chen Xiu's battle plan quickly spread across the battlefield. Countless cultivators, upon hearing the news, felt a surge of hope. The previously scattered camps began to unify, and the entire battle situation gradually showed signs of turning around.

"This is real war!" exclaimed a Body Refinement Saint from the Blazing Fire Sect. "This is the fighting spirit we should be in!"

The minds of countless cultivators were awakened, and they began to fully immerse themselves in Chen Xiu's plan, perfectly combining their own ultimate combat power with teamwork. Spiritual energy surged like a tide, sword energy blazed like a rainbow, and the fluctuations of laws intertwined to create a magnificent battle spectacle.

On this primordial land of blood and fire, everyone ushered in their own era. With Chen Xiu at their core, they launched an unprecedented united attack, leaving even the enemy sages astonished to discover the extraordinary and ingenious battle strategies of the strongest beings in the primordial world. A successful primordial era.
After several hours of fierce fighting, the battle situation changed dramatically. Chen Xiu's camp, which had been besieged, not only successfully defended its core position but also gradually forced the enemy back and captured key strongholds.

"The arrangements have been successfully implemented, and victory is just around the corner." Chen Xiu gazed at the battlefield, feeling the power of every soldier being pushed to its limit.

This victory was not only a victory of strength, but also a victory of wisdom, the result of the combined efforts of countless cultivators. Looking at his comrades fighting alongside him, Chen Xiu felt an overwhelming sense of pride and satisfaction.

"This is our golden age!" he declared firmly. The era of the strongest for everyone.

Chen Xiu knew that true victory was not just about a single battle, but about every cultivator being able to walk the path to their own ultimate strength.

"This is not the end, but the beginning of a new life." He said after the battle, "Everyone must recognize their own position and formulate their own best battle plan. This is the true source of power for us prehistoric cultivators."

Countless cultivators responded, reflecting on their own cultivation paths and exploring higher-level combat strategies. Across the primordial land, waves of powerful individuals, possessing both strength and wisdom, emerged; their names will forever be etched in the annals of this ancient continent's history.

Standing atop the peak, gazing at the starry sky, Chen Xiu knew—

Their golden age has only just begun.

In the beginning, when heaven and earth were first separated, the primordial land was still engulfed in flames of war. Since the creation of chaos, countless races vied for supremacy, and various realms stood side by side. However, after the fall of the divine dynasties, demons roamed freely, sages disappeared, the Heavenly Dao was lost, and primordial calamities followed one after another. Until this day, countless cultivators rose up amidst the chaos of war, conquered mountains and rivers, reshaped the order of things, and ushered in the dawn of this day—the sages reappeared, and the best era began.

The sky was as black as ink, the Milky Way hung upside down, the wind swirled dust and sand, and demonic energy surged everywhere. Chen Xiu, residing in the City of Profound Iron, clad in azure lotus armor and crimson cloud boots, stood atop the city wall, his eyes gleaming with a dark light. He held the Heavenly Ruler, its mysterious runes swirling with flames, pointing at the battle map drawn from the layout of three thousand great formations. Within the battle map, the nine sacred domains, the twelve forbidden lands, over a hundred demon camps, and countless battle lines, all quietly generated optimal strategies for defeating the enemy under his planning. "At this moment, the key to the Great Calamity of the Primordial World lies in whether we can break through this impasse in the twilight and once again spread the holy light across the vast land," Chen Xiu murmured. His voice, like thunder piercing the sky, struck the hearts of cultivators across all domains, instantly invigorating countless passionate cultivators.

As the first rays of dawn pierced the clouds, tens of thousands of cultivators in the City of Xuan Tie simultaneously ascended the stage and loudly swore their oaths:
"To reshape the Heavenly Dao and protect all living beings, we must take the will of the sage as our banner and launch the strongest battle plan!"

In an instant, bells rang throughout the city, like a thunderclap in a clear sky, or like a clear spring flowing, resonating in everyone's heart and soul.

Before dawn, the City of Xuan Tie had already awakened amidst the smoke of war. Cultivators from all realms gathered atop the nine-tiered steps, as a distant bell tolled from beyond the heavens. The bell's sound echoed for thousands of miles, as if calling upon a sage who had slumbered for millennia, now slowly awakening in the realm of nothingness.

Chen Xiu moved through the crowd, his steps light yet his aura as imposing as a mountain. Every step he took carried a murderous intent with the force of a wildfire; every turn he made was imbued with the solemnity of gathering the power of all races. The Heavenly Ruler in his hand suddenly glowed, echoing the dawn's holy light emanating from the mountain peak.

"Your Highness Chen Xiu, please reveal the key to today's holy war." Lord Changsheng stepped forward and bowed.

Chen Xiu nodded slightly and pointed to the giant battle map, explaining: "The nine holy domains, the twelve forbidden areas, and the more than one hundred demon camps all take the Holy Light as a warning. Today, the Heavenly Ruler will activate the Nine Netherworld Holy Runes, and with the mobility of the Crimson Flame Cloud Boots, we will first attack and destroy the thirty-eight strongholds of the Northern Region demon camps, cutting off the enemy's logistics hub; then, with the momentum of one against a thousand, we will launch a fierce attack on the Nine Netherworld Forbidden Area, until we reach the Dragon Bone Platform and trigger the seal of the broken stele."

Upon hearing this, the cultivators were immediately invigorated. Fairy Bai Mu stepped forward from her hiding place and gracefully arrived, creating a sea of ​​emerald flowers at the edge of the battle map. Using the spiritual energy of the sacred tree as a foundation, she built a protective array, allowing the cultivators to be fearless against enemy sneak attacks. True Person Lei Dong unleashed a punch and struck with lightning, piercing through the void in the map and marking the route for the Thunder Domain's surprise attack. The Corpse King and Blood Shadow Venerable of the Netherworld Domain exchanged indifferent glances but separately received their orders, lurking beneath the earth's veins, waiting for the opportune moment to strike.

"At this point, all actions have been completed. When the holy light breaks the dawn, we will all march out together and embark on the path of rebirth in the primordial world!" Chen Xiu declared loudly, and the Heavenly Ruler suddenly emitted a dazzling light, like a holy river descending from the sky, flowing endlessly and merging into the battle map.

Without further hesitation, everyone immediately made a blood oath, gathered their minds, and resonated with holy light incantations. Instantly, a roaring sound shook the heavens and the earth, startling even ghosts and gods.

At dawn, holy light soared into the sky. Brilliant golden rays split open from the heavens, like thousands of golden dragons rushing forth, shooting into the nine-tiered steps of the Black Iron City, stirring up a dazzling light. In an instant, the broken stele imprisoned within the holy monument awakened, ancient runes spewing from its cracks, transforming into countless golden powders that scattered around the battle map.

At this moment, the prelude to the great calamity of the primordial world was fully unveiled. The Demon King of the Cave, leading his demon horde, was stationed at the thirty-eight strongholds of the Northern Region. Seeing the holy light descend upon the world, he was filled with fear and hastily summoned his elite troops to resist. But just as the gates of the demon camp opened, Chen Xiu had already led his vanguard, piercing through clouds and splitting rocks. His body shimmered with holy light and the shadow of his spear, seemingly transforming into a golden-winged roc, his roar shaking mountains and overturning seas. In just a few breaths, he had already slain over a hundred demon generals.

The vanguard column's fierce attack was overwhelmed, but it had already disturbed the enemy's main force. The generals of the Crimson Flame Domain led the central army in a pincer attack, using the Crimson Flame Technique to create a raging inferno that burned away the outer defenses of the demon camp; at the same time, the wind-riding sorcerers of the Azure Phoenix Domain used the Swift Steps to break into the center of the camp, casting the Heavenly Phoenix Curse, and a flock of fire phoenixes soared, turning the remaining demon soldiers into ashes.

Over a hundred demon camps fell instantly, and all thirty-eight strongholds in the Northern Region were breached. The Demon King, enraged, condensed countless ghostly spirits from thick black mist, intending to destroy the Holy Light Array with its corrosive aura. Master Lei Dong concentrated his energy and unleashed a thunderous, star-shattering punch, scattering the ghostly spirits; the Phoenix Sacred Tree and the Netherworld Corpse King joined forces, fighting to the death, and combined their Holy Light with the sealing effect to firmly trap the Demon King.

As the battle raged on, Chen Xiu raised the Heavenly Ruler, his figure shifting abruptly into a golden streak of light, instantly descending before the Demon King. He let out a low roar, and holy light transformed into a hundred-foot pillar, trapping the Demon King within. The Demon King roared in fury, attempting to break free of the shackles by treading upon the Nine Netherworld Black Flames, only to find that each burst of energy was absorbed by the Nine Netherworld Holy Runes on the Heavenly Ruler, transformed into pure holy energy, and poured back into Chen Xiu's body.

"Today's battle is ordained by the Primordial Inscriptions, an opportunity for the Holy Light to return. You monsters will no longer be able to wreak havoc on the world!" Chen Xiu's eyes flashed like lightning as he struck out with his palm. The palm wind surged, and the Holy Light and Black Flame converged, instantly exploding into a dazzling ball of light that tore the Demon King in two.

As the aftershocks subsided, the land of the thirty-eight villages in the Northern Region was bathed in golden light, holy light shining everywhere, purifying both the demonic mist and the stench of blood. Those who broke the formation all felt their energy suddenly flow freely, their cultivation greatly increased, and each of them felt as if they were bathed in holy fire, their soul cores revitalized.

The next day, before the twelve forbidden areas, Chen Xiu and his men prepared for battle. The twelve saints stood in formation, each wielding a celestial weapon: the Hundred Wood Fairy held a jade tablet made of green wood, bewitching all the trees; the Thunderous Immortal wielded a thunderous hammer, shaking the nine heavens; the Netherworld Corpse King held a thousand-bone staff, commanding the spirits... Together with Chen Xiu's Heavenly Ruler, they played a holy war melody, heading straight for the deepest forbidden area—the Dragon Bone Platform.

Beneath the Dragon Bone Platform, the remnants of ancient demons roamed freely, attempting to devour the holy light with a tidal wave of the dead. Chen Xiu waved his ruler, and a golden band of light instantly repelled the dead souls. The saints then cast spells, working in conjunction with the Heavenly Ruler to form a three-thousand-foot-long holy light shield, enveloping the Dragon Bone Platform within it.

At this moment, the Holy Light Judgment Ceremony began, with the power of hundreds of broken steles converging to recreate the glory of the saint slaying the god. Chen Xiu gave the order, and the laws of heaven and earth resonated between heaven and earth. Golden Daoist charm descended from the sky, condensing into a divine judgment blade, like a heavenly tribulation descending upon the world, directly slashing at the sealed giant soul at the center of the forbidden land.

With a deafening roar, the seal shattered, and the bones of the god of death on the dragon bone platform suddenly revived, transforming into a colossal statue ten feet tall, its golden bones gleaming, its divine might overwhelming. It emerged with a thunderous roar, glaring angrily at the heavens and earth:

"The primordial world is destroyed, the sage is doomed—who will hold him accountable?"

Undeterred, Chen Xiu stood with his ruler raised, surrounded by thousands of cultivators who cheered in unison. He roared, "Where the holy light reaches, darkness recedes!" The Heavenly Ruler and the assembled saints chanted the "Ode to the Heavenly Dao," golden light intertwining and transforming into countless streams of gold that surged forth like a celestial waterfall, directly striking the bones of the God of Death. (End of Chapter)