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The Way of Heaven is orderly, and all living beings have light.

In the surging tides of the primordial era, stars shifted, all beings awoke, and time seemed to stand still—for this was a special era. An era in which everyone could find their own identity.

In this most luminous moment, all true cultivators felt an unprecedented clarity. It was as if the barriers between heaven and earth had quietly vanished, and a ray of light pierced through their hearts, pointing directly to the future. They began to realize that the so-called future was not unattainable, but an extension of self-awareness; and that so-called success was not ethereal, but a power that could be perceived and controlled.

Outside the Taichu Hall, the wind stirred like a tide.

Chen Xiu stood atop the White Deer Sect mountain, gazing at the vast sky, the torrent of thoughts from countless cultivators echoing in his ears. He knew that an era was awakening, and he was the driving force behind this trend, the practitioner at the forefront of this new era.

“Those who accept their own era,” he murmured, “are able to quickly reveal their own future.”

In his hand, an inscription slowly emerged. It was a talisman imprinted in his sea of ​​consciousness with the "Law of Time," and it was also the "Seal of the Times" that he had come to understand after going through countless hardships—an opportunity that could bind one's destiny to the trends of the entire world.

After an incense stick's time, the entire airspace of the White Deer Sect suddenly transformed into a spacetime array, with interwoven patterns of laws and tens of thousands of cultivators manifesting their "era figures" within the array. These figures were not their present selves, but their future selves—the true forms they would achieve a hundred years from now if they could break free from the shackles of fate and grow smoothly.

This is a grand event for "great cognition".

Recognizing one's own success is what every practitioner desires most at this moment.

They realized that success was not far away—it was right in front of them, just a step away from the unimaginable boundaries in their hearts. That step was not an advancement in cultivation, but an unlocking of self-awareness.

In the eastern region, at Lingyun Mountain.

A young demon cultivator, facing the illusion of his future self, wept bitterly. He saw himself ten years later, now a demon king, yet his hands still stained with blood, filled with remorse. At that moment, he chose to let go of his obsession, withdrawing from his destiny of battle and turning instead to cultivate his mind and virtue.

Northern Desert, Snow Soul Valley.

A female cultivator sees her own tombstone in a vision of the future—she will die three years later in infighting. She sees the faces of the traitors, her heart grows cold, and from then on, she walks a solitary path of cultivation, vowing never to trust anyone. Her "success" lies in rewriting her destiny from the moment she recognized it.

Success at this moment is no longer about accumulating combat power or realm, but about returning control of one's destiny.

Those who embraced their "future" embarked on a journey of internal and external cultivation, seeking enlightenment and merging with the heavens. Some began to reshape their souls, some refined old vows, and some confronted their past inner demons, breaking free from attachments and attaining enlightenment.

The war also achieved its phased objectives at this moment.

Chen Xiu understood: "**Not all wars unfold amidst bloodshed.** This war of the era begins with the awakening of consciousness and ultimately returns to order."

He took out the long-sealed "Mysterious Consciousness Bead" from his waist and suspended it in the air. In an instant, billions of rays of light poured down like mercury across the primordial continent, projecting into the consciousness of every cultivator who was "accepting their own future." It was the activation of an "era connection."

"The mark of the era has been laid." The Crimson Phoenix Celestial Venerable appeared on the mountaintop, his eyes full of admiration. "Chen Xiu, you have awakened the consciousness of the entire era with your own strength... This is no ordinary achievement, but a divine mandate."

Chen Xiu did not answer; he gazed silently into the distance. He knew that the group of people at this moment had completely understood what their success truly meant.

The four corners of heaven and earth, and all races responded.

The dragons breathed out in the sea of ​​stars, initiating the "Star Soul Cleansing," preparing to return to the land.

The demon race raised the ancestral spirit tablet and carried out the "Return of All Demons to the Origin" ceremony, using the method of bloodline fusion to repair the broken roots of the era.

Human cultivators from various sects also responded one after another, and began to rebuild the "Era Contract", signing a contract with the Heavenly Dao with their own destiny to establish the dominant position of the "future ten eras".

All of this was exactly as Chen Xiu had predicted.

"With this moment of success, everyone can quickly secure their future."

Anzhai is not about retreating, but rather about setting up a base, establishing a foundation, securing the way, and consolidating the momentum.

Future success is no longer something that is elusive and unattainable, but rather something that can be predicted, honed, and controlled.

This also marks the arrival of a key milestone: the awakening of the "success mechanism".

In this mechanism, every qualified cultivator can achieve success through three steps:

Awakening of consciousness: understanding that one's own desires are not empty words, but a true reflection of one's Dao heart.

Alignment with the Times: Align personal goals with the trends of the times and the universe, avoiding going against the tide. Planning for the Future: Based on foresight of the future, allocate current practice and resources for rapid progress.

Chen Xiu has now completed three steps. His "success" lies not only in his personal breakthrough, but also in enlightening the masses and awakening the "sense of destiny" of the entire era.

“The moment of success,” he murmured to himself, “is exactly what I’ve been longing for.”

He finally understood that true strength lies not in cultivating oneself, but in leading the times toward enlightenment; and that the true future is not a matter of waiting for opportunities, but in creating one's own destiny.

—And now, this future has begun.

From that moment on, everyone in the primordial world began to rapidly deploy their "era formations" based on their own self-interest.

Every individual becomes a participant in the weaving of destiny, and every intersection of eras is filled with the brilliance of struggle and wisdom.

Success is no longer a mystery.

The future is now within reach.

The crimson glow of dusk enveloped the world in a fiery red light, as if to burn away the old order in a fleeting moment and usher in a new dawn. Outside the Primordial Palace, thousands of troops stood in formation, ready to march. The air resounded with the sound of drums, banners fluttered, and swords clashed. At this moment, the very breath of the primordial land trembled, and all things held their breath—for the true choice of the era would be revealed in this very instant.

Chen Xiu stood at the front of the battle line, his gaze unwavering and his expression resolute. He knew that war was no longer merely a contest of blood and fire, but the ultimate test of the understanding that "the future is already determined": only by recognizing one's own era and securing one's own future could one become the final victor. Thousands of cultivators surrounded him, each with unwavering resolve. They had all foreseen the situation and closely linked their own success with the course of the battle.

"Only by acknowledging our era can we reveal the light of the future!" Chen Xiu whispered, his voice booming like thunder, striking straight to the heart. He raised his arms, his hand seals forming a galaxy of inverted stars, and the "Heavenly Revelation Mark" suddenly lit up. A vast expanse of radiant light paved a phantom path, pointing directly to the boundary between the Netherworld Abyss and the Heavenly Court's Beast Domain. That path was the spatial-temporal coordinate they had established after countless trials and tribulations: the land of future victory.

At this moment, everyone was adjusting their breathing and concentrating their energy. The elders of the White Deer Sect held their Heavenly Talismans, the soldiers under the Eastern Wilderness Demon Lord were also rousing their fighting spirit, the Western Qi Nightwalkers transformed into shadows and flew about, the South Sea Dragon Palace navy lined up on the sidelines, and the Northern Desert iron cavalry roared in. Powerful figures from various races surrounded the Great Dao, each with a resolute expression. Because they all understood that only by completing the "rapid placement" of their own era at this moment could they stand undefeated at the pinnacle in the future conflicts among the various paths.

"Everyone, look—" Chen Xiu unleashed a palm strike, transforming his palm into a golden elixir that swirled into the air, instantly transforming into countless rays of light that scattered and enveloped the entire formation. Within the light, countless branching lines of time appeared, crisscrossing like a vast galaxy. With a slight movement of his fingertips, those lines, as if alive, intertwined, broke, and reformed, quickly unfolding into the single, unchanging main timeline—the "best future" for all followers.

"This is the destiny of each and every one of you." His voice slowed abruptly, yet carried an undeniable authority. "From now on, wherever we are, the challenges and glories we will experience have already been confirmed at this moment. You only need to stride forward with firm steps within this principal timeline, and the rest will fall into place!"

Within the ranks, countless powerful figures trembled, as if a bright lamp had been suddenly lit in the long-sealed depths of their hearts. Past confusion, hesitation, and fear vanished in an instant; replaced by a deeper confidence and yearning. Some smiled, some clenched their fists, and others clasped their hands together, silently praying: May we conquer the path of the Lord's Order, achieving victory after victory.

Meanwhile, outside the battlefield, various forces in the Netherworld Abyss and the Heavenly Beast Realm were also stirring. Some harbored doubts, while others were eager to try, unsure of where that Great Path truly led. But once they stepped onto that Great Path, they were destined to join Chen Xiu and the others in an ultimate battle concerning the fate of the primordial world. The war drums thundered, echoing through the clouds.

"Time is running out, form ranks and charge!" Chen Xiu turned and shouted to the crowd, his voice filled with barely concealed passion. In an instant, dust billowed, thousands of battle flags unfurled, tearing a rift between the heavens and earth on both sides of the avenue. The warriors, unstoppable and roaring like thunder, charged towards the spacetime avenue condensed by Chen Xiu.

In an instant, swords flashed and magic intertwined, the laws of heaven and earth were violently stirred, and monstrous waves surged. The White Deer Sect's vanguard broke through the encirclement first, seizing a key point with unstoppable momentum; the Eastern Wilderness Demon Army's iron cavalry roared, their blood-red spears pointing directly at the enemy formation; the Western Qi Shadow Army approached step by step, launching a deadly attack from the shadows with lightning speed; the South Sea Dragon Palace's navy mobilized the stars and seas, surging forward; and the Northern Desert Iron Cavalry sounded their horns, stirring up dust and splitting rocks and piercing forests.

At the very center, Chen Xiu activated his unique technique, "The Reversal of Heaven and Earth," perfectly aligning himself with the timeline of the Great Dao. His figure moved like a phantom, freely traversing between the flames of war and the magic array. Each time he waved his sleeve, he left behind a series of timeline imprints beneath his feet, allowing his followers to teleport in succession, like waves rising and falling in succession.

"The era has been set, the future is in sight!" His figure spun and twisted, his voice booming, "A true success story should recognize its own success at this moment! Follow me into the final battleground and lay the foundation for your era!"

Before he finished speaking, he leaped into the depths of the rift. The surrounding world seemed to be cleaved in two, where light and darkness, heat and cold, movement and stillness converged. Ahead lay unknown fears and perilous dangers; behind lay eternal glory and an everlasting legacy. The warriors, facing Chen Xiu's figure, rushed forward without hesitation, vowing to pave the way for a new era with their own flesh and blood and will.

Within the rift, space distorted and time surged. A raging net of venomous miasma mingled with the spiritual light of heaven and earth, unleashing countless claws, demonic shadows, and warped phenomena of law, attempting to crush the intruders. But Chen Xiu and his companions overcame them all: he nurtured his body with the "Heavenly Revelation Mark," dissolving the miasma's corrosive power; he used the "Reversal of Heaven and Earth Technique" to reverse the distorted laws and turn them against him. Each counter-force of the laws was like a raging inferno, uprooting the enemy ranks.

"No matter how difficult the road ahead, this moment is your moment of success!" He raised his arms and shouted, as if he had become the master of time and space, his voice resounding through the void, "To recognize your era, you must overcome all obstacles; to secure your future, you must seize the fruits of victory with the swiftest action!"

Inspired by him, countless cultivators charged, fought, and broke through fearlessly, as if each breakthrough was a declaration of their ultimate commitment to their future. In the flames of war, the passion and will within them transformed into an inextinguishable flame, illuminating the Great Dao of Time and Space with crystal clarity.

Finally, the deepest core of the Netherworld appeared before them—a colossal cauldron forged from lava and obsidian, its interior churning with ghostly fire and endless vengeful spirits. This was the true source of the Netherworld, the very core that would determine the outcome of the entire battle. The countless cursed spirits and restrictions surrounding it, like the raging torrents at the eye of a storm, constantly threatened anyone who dared to touch it.

"A qualified future is defined here!" Chen Xiu stepped onto the top of the giant cauldron, his hand resting on its rim. Spiritual light gathered around him, transforming into a golden spear. He thrust the spear into the cauldron, and a deafening roar that shattered the heavens erupted. Using himself as a catalyst, he merged the Heavenly Lord's Timeline with the Netherworld Core, forcefully rewriting this Netherworld Cauldron into a new temporal node.

At that moment, the heavens and earth changed color, the battlefields on all sides fell silent, and all the participants were shaken to their core by the vast power of time. In an instant, the battle situation was completely reversed by Chen Xiu and the others—the obstacles of the Netherworld were broken, the Soul Refining Cauldron turned into countless fragments of time and scattered away, all converging into a glorious road leading to the future, guiding the cultivators of the primordial world towards a brand new era.

The blood-red palace collapsed, the ghostly poisonous mist dissipated, and light once again enveloped the earth. The warriors stood silently under the setting sun, their eyes filled with awe and unwavering resolve. Some clenched their fists, letting out low roars of victory; some knelt in worship, grateful for this hard-won glory; others embraced their comrades, tears glistening in their eyes—for they understood that this moment of success belonged not only to themselves, but also to all their comrades who had fought alongside them.

Chen Xiu sheathed his spear, coughing up blood and laughing. He looked around, his voice low yet incredibly generous: "Only by acknowledging our own era can we quickly reveal our own future; only by recognizing our own success can we fulfill our desires at this moment; and only by properly settling our own era can we achieve the most precious ultimate victory. From today onward, the primordial world will no longer be the same, because—a qualified future has been forged by you and me together."

Heaven and earth returned to tranquility, the setting sun stained blood, but in the eyes of every victor, a greater radiance burned. It was an infinite yearning for the future, an indelible belief in the times, and the deepest affirmation of their own success.

Thus, the true era has been established, and Chen Xiu and the other cultivators will stride forward on the glorious path they themselves forged, towards a more distant and brilliant future. (End of Chapter)