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In the beginning, before the heavens and earth were separated and the primordial chaos was formed, countless spiritual energies stirred and churned within the vast expanse of primordial chaos, as if countless whispers echoed through the void. Billions of years later, this vast universe finally cracked open, releasing its first ray of light, and all the celestial rivers and stars awoke simultaneously. This was an era of renewal, of the rise of the primordial world, and the era most longed for by all cultivators and warriors.

Since the baptism of the Great Primordial Calamity, the rules of heaven and earth have become clearer, and the laws of cause and effect have become increasingly strict. All qualified individuals have turned their gaze to the future—whoever can grasp the changing times first will be able to arrange their own path and hold the key to destiny. With the Great Dao newly established and reincarnation still uncertain, countless cultivators embarked on their journeys, vowing to seize their own era in this endless world.

Tiankun Sect—the number one sect in the primordial world. At this time, its disciples numbered over a million, from Foundation Establishment to Deity Transformation, from Tribulation Transcending to Grand Luo Immortals; everyone was filled with excitement. Before the Elder Hall, amidst the sounds of morning bells and evening drums, thousands of Primordial Disciples gathered, awaiting the announcement of the new round of grand formation trials by their seniors. Whoever emerged victorious from the trials would not only be able to plan their cultivation for the next five hundred years in advance, but would also obtain the legendary "Mirror of Destiny," which reflects the secrets of heaven, allowing them to glimpse the cause and effect of their next life and be the first to step into the future.

"Everyone, the future has arrived, and only action is the way forward—" Sect Leader Taixu Zhenren slowly raised his palm, his voice booming like thunder in everyone's ears, "From today onwards, the Tiankun Sect will set up nine teleportation arrays across the star fields. You may all choose one to enter the 'Return to the Void' trial. The fastest to complete it will receive half a piece of the Mirror of Destiny, granting you control over the next five hundred years! There will also be unlimited rewards to help you gain the upper hand on the battlefield of the future!"

With a resounding crash, thunderous applause erupted. The disciples of the Primordial Beginning Sect looked up, their eyes gleaming with fervent light. To orchestrate the future? To control the era? This was the opportunity they had been waiting for! Without another word, hundreds of feet, like wild horses, surged toward one of the nine teleportation arrays.

The nine teleportation arrays connect to nine ancient battlefields, each a sacred ground left behind by predecessors, and ruins carved out by countless powerful individuals with their blood, will, and lives. Deserts obscure the sun, icy ice soars into the sky, fiery hells, and ghostly realms... each space holds its own dangers, and only those who break through the fastest can seize the initiative in determining their destiny.

Black Sand Battlefield – Amidst the desolate sands, scorching heat waves bake the mind; Azure Night Domain – Eternal darkness, wandering spirits, every step fraught with terror; Burning Heaven – A hellish inferno, a sea of ​​fire, where life is ravaged, testing the ultimate fusion of will and body. Nine trials, a baptism of life and death, a test of the destiny of an era.

Chen Xiu stood calmly at the entrance to the Black Sand Battlefield, his face serene as water. He brushed the purple-gold token in his palm with one hand, his gaze as deep as the night sky. Since the sect's selection, everyone knew he possessed exceptional talent, yet he was born into poverty. Today, he would prove with his actions: Heaven has no gates, only the heart can open them; the future has no levels, only courage can climb it.

"Let's go..." he murmured to himself, stepping into the battlefield where yellow sand swirled. The first thing he saw was a wave of heat, making his martial robes flutter wildly. Ahead, figures flickered, several disciples of the Primordial Beginning Sect displaying their unique skills—some controlling the wind, some wielding flames, some vibrating the very energy of heaven and earth. It was a clash of speed and power, a contest of talent and cultivation.

Chen Xiu silently recited the incantation, and his Purple Yuan True Qi surged forth, instantly condensing into a heavy purple-gold sword. The sword's energy, like a rainbow, cleaved through the scorching sandstorm. With a single sweep, he dispersed half of the intense heat in front of him. The others turned to look, amazed, and quickened their pace; only he, cutting through obstacles, headed straight for the core of the battlefield—the Inheritance Stone Tablet.

A thousand trials and myriad laws were condensed upon the stone tablet. If one could decipher its mysteries in the shortest time, a portion of the Mirror Dust's power could be activated. Chen Xiu's gaze flashed like lightning; his finger lightly touched the inscription, and his true energy flowed into it. In an instant, the laws of heaven and earth intertwined, and illusory images of historical records flickered. He witnessed the rise of countless powerful figures and glimpsed a glimmer of hope for the future. "Summon: Primordial Walker!" The stone tablet roared, and a golden light descended, half a piece of the Mirror Dust of Destiny slowly landing in Chen Xiu's palm. He was startled, hearing the voice of the future: Three thousand tribulations, ten directions vying for supremacy—if one can hold the mirror and observe the heavens, one can reverse the universe and rewrite one's own destiny!
Returning with half a piece of Mirror Dust, Chen Xiu astonished the crowd. He handed the half piece to the sect leader, Master Taixu, allowing him to envision the future in the sect's main hall: muskets blazing, evil gods descending, all the heavens uniting, and a new king emerging. His eyes gleamed with boundless longing—that would surely be his era, the era all cultivators had yearned for.

"With this, the future is in our grasp!" Master Taixu nodded approvingly. He knew that the true primordial era had arrived, and only the strong could dominate the landscape. Thus, the entire sect began a comprehensive plan: inheriting resources, ancient secret realms, and the laws of the stars—all necessary for navigating the future. Every qualified individual would find their place in the torrent of history.

Meanwhile, in the other eight trial grounds, individuals also completed their missions: Cold Moon Ghost, with a calm heart, manipulated the laws of necromancy in the Netherworld, obtaining another piece of Mirror Dust; Incinerator was reborn from the ashes in the Hellfire Sea, his flesh transforming into wings, slaying countless demonic flames; Sky Wind Rider unleashed the laws of wind and thunder in the Peak Domain, traversing the void on the wind. Nine people, nine pieces of Mirror Dust, gathered in the sect's secret hall, merging into one—a complete Mirror of Destiny!
As the nine people embedded the mirror dust into the mirror base, the heavens and earth trembled, and the universe was turned upside down. Countless fragmented scenes appeared on the Mirror of Destiny: the rise of the Great Wilderness, the struggle between immortals and gods, the alliance of various realms, and finally, the ultimate chaotic battle between heaven and earth—the unpredictable future was all laid bare before their eyes. Sect Leader Master Taixu stepped forward slowly, his eyes shining brightly: "It's not just about controlling the future; even the future of the future is reflected here. From now on, you will all be the pillars of humanity!"

The future may be glimpsed, but whether this vision can become reality depends on the efforts and life-or-death risks of every cultivator. Just as the Tiankun Sect members were immersed in the joy of victory, a shadow suddenly surged beyond the ancient heavens—the remains of the gods had revived, and the forces of darkness were stirring. The allied forces of various star regions had already assembled before the battle, ready to fight the cultivators to the death.

As the war horns sounded, heroes of the Tiankun Sect gathered on the starry battlefield. Chen Xiu, clad in armor and holding the Mirror of Destiny, looked back across the vast starry sky, his heart surging with emotion. He knew that the smoke of battle before him was the most promising battlefield of an era that everyone was facing together. Only by forging himself in the flames of war could he make what he saw in the mirror a reality.

"Order from the front: All troops, attack!" Sect Leader Taixu Zhenren roared, and countless runes of law descended from the sky like sharp swords, cleaving through the darkness. Thousands of cultivators flashed, transforming into shooting stars, rushing to the battlefield for life-or-death combat. Amidst the clash of swords, fireballs, lightning, and shifting spirits, a magnificent battle symphony resounded throughout the heavens and earth, a triumphant anthem of the most successful and brilliant era.

In the crucible of blood and fire, Chen Xiu, with the precognitive abilities of the Mirror of Destiny, repeatedly turned the tide and saved thousands of comrades. At every crucial juncture, he was able to anticipate and adjust the course of the battle. He gradually understood that controlling the future was not about destiny, but about working together with like-minded individuals to write one's own chapter through countless choices.

The countless sparks will eventually fade, and the vast battlefield will eventually subside. Countless cultivators have either perished or attained sainthood, but every soul that once resisted the tides of time has left its mark in the torrent of destiny. Chen Xiu stood atop the galaxy, the Mirror of Destiny shimmering in his hand. He looked up to the heavens and sighed, "The true era lies ahead. With heart, one can shape the future; with dreams, one can forge legends."

This is the era that any qualified person yearns for—an era belonging to every cultivator who dares to climb, dares to dream, and dares to fight. No matter how rugged the road ahead, as long as one holds light in their heart, they can ignite stars in the chaos and write their own immortal chapter at the pinnacle of the primordial world. This chapter concludes here, but the true journey has only just begun. (End of Chapter)