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The smoke of war had not yet cleared, the drums of war resounded, and dust swirled like a surging tide. At this moment, the battlefields of all races had entered their most intense phase. Every warrior had swiftly settled into their place in the era, their hearts burning with a yearning for the future. Some wielded spears to break through enemy lines, some wielded swords to traverse the battlefield, and some unleashed secret techniques to crush all opposition. Each was spirited and fearless, undeterred by death, all for that glorious future yet to come.

Chen Xiu stood atop the chaotic army, his gaze piercing through the turmoil. He gathered his divine sense, unleashing a powerful wave of energy that resonated in the hearts of every follower. It was the "Radiant Resonance" he and his warriors had forged together; once activated, it would allow them to transform their unwavering belief in the future into a force capable of pushing their limits at the most crucial moment.

"Now is the time for us to reign supreme in this era!" he roared, a golden timeline mark appearing behind him, reflecting on the smoke and fire of war. Countless warriors responded in unison, "We have already prepared for our own era, awaiting only one battle to become gods!" Their voices shook the heavens and earth, even the alien demon army entrenched in the distance felt the awe-inspiring wave of conviction.

In the center of the battlefield, a rift between heaven and earth spewed black mist, like an ancient demonic maw, devouring all life around it. This was the only passage to the "Demon Realm Twilight." If this place was not sealed, endless demons would surge forth, plunging the primordial land into another abyss. Chen Xiu led his elite army, vowing to break the rift as quickly as possible and stop the demonic tide; otherwise, countless previously established future coordinates would vanish into thin air.

With a flash, Chen Xiu leaped to the edge of the rift. The surrounding space trembled instantly, multiple laws intertwined, as if countless eyes were peering from the shadows. Chen Xiu closed his eyes and concentrated, circulating the "Heaven and Earth Reversal Technique" in one breath, unleashing all the power within him that resonated with the era. Around him, golden chains of time extended and rose from the ground, solidifying the entire battlefield in a space where illusion and reality intertwined.

"Break!" he roared, unleashing a palm strike. The palm strike tore through the air, transforming into a dazzling golden light, and crashed into the rift. In an instant, a tremendous roar exploded like thunder, the black mist and golden light colliding violently, generating countless ripples that shook the surrounding area for miles. Immediately afterward, countless spiderweb-like cracks appeared at the edge of the rift, and celestial runes emerged, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

Behind them, a vast army was equally formidable. The blue-clad swordsmen of the White Deer Sect charged forward, their long swords gleaming, their blades flashing and transforming into countless light blades that cleaved through the void; the dragon riders of the South Sea Dragon Palace swept across the battlefield, their roars echoing and creating tsunami-like waves that held back the demonic tide; the Night Walkers of Xiqi appeared and disappeared in the shadows, tearing apart terrifying demonic figures with their claws and daggers; and the Iron Cavalry of the Northern Desert smashed through the battle formation with their hooves, creating bloody trails.

Under the combined attack of the powerful forces, the demonic tide gradually dissipated. Black mist spilled out like wounded soldiers, only to be tamed and gathered by the golden net of time. At the rift, the runes of the Dao became increasingly dense, eventually transforming into a dazzling rein of time, locking the void within. With a thunderous roar, the rift finally shattered completely in a burst of golden light, sealing the gate to the demonic realm and utterly isolating it from the outside world.

The victory horns resounded through the heavens, ten thousand armies sang, a thousand cheers erupted. Chen Xiu, his feet treading on the embers of the rift, moved like a rainbow. He raised his hand, and the golden mark transformed into a magnificent Hall of Time, hovering above the battlefield, taking in the figures of all the participants. That hall was woven from the wills and destinies of countless people, its surface etched with endless possibilities for the future.

"Gentlemen! Have you noticed that this hall is the very heart of our era, built together by all of us!" Chen Xiu's voice was deep and resonant. "Every soldier has swiftly established their place in this era; every charge, every battle, is a testament to our unwavering commitment to the future. Today, right here, we compose an epic song of our time with our lives and our beliefs!"

Inside the hall, all the warriors were enveloped in dazzling golden light, their minds resonating with the hall's temporal order. Their faces, illuminated by the golden light, revealed their respective eras: some burned like fire, representing the fearlessness and passion of the battlefield; some were clear as water, symbolizing wisdom and fluidity; some were as steady as mountains, reflecting solidity and immovability; and others were as ethereal as the wind, symbolizing freedom and creation. Each ray of light reflected the future coordinates they had personally laid out. "This is your achievement, and this is your era!" Chen Xiu waved his sleeve, and the hall's doors opened to all directions. He continued, "The future is no longer distant; it has become the path beneath your feet. As long as you walk along this path, thorns and crises will vanish like smoke under your faith; glory and the pinnacle will surely shine brightly because of your footsteps!"

As he spoke, several golden footprints lit up at the entrance of the Hall of Time, reflected before each warrior. It was the only path leading to their respective futures. Some stepped forward and vanished in the golden light in an instant; some had resolute gazes, gripping their weapons tightly, ready to face even greater challenges; many more closed their eyes, clasped their hands, merged with the light of the era within their hearts, fearless of death, and resolutely stepped onto that radiant path of time.

Just then, the clouds in the distance suddenly churned, and a dark crack tore through the sky, revealing a blood-red canopy. A putrid aura flowed from the crack, accompanied by a savage roar—it was the sealed "Ancient Netherworld War Souls" struggling in despair, trying to break through the blockade and devour all life once more.

Chen Xiu's expression hardened. He knew the most dangerous moment was here: the army was scattered throughout their respective timelines, and if the Ancient Netherworld War Souls attacked, all the warriors who had not yet truly stepped into the future would become sacrifices. He shouted, "Assemble the formation! Reactivate the Radiant Resonance! With me as the guide, concentrate all the power of time!"

In an instant, countless golden points of light, like a cascading galaxy, converged from the sky into Chen Xiu's palm. He activated the "Dawn Seal Technique," channeling all the energy of the Temple of Time into a golden longsword. The longsword shone brilliantly, like the light of sunrise, its tip pointing directly at the black sky. Chen Xiu strode forward, flying on his sword, heading straight for the blood-red rift.

Amidst the blood-red rifts, countless ancient ghostly spirits surged forth like a tidal wave, accompanied by roars that tore through the void. Ferocious and cruel, their invasion of the mortal realm threatened to overturn the primordial order once more. Yet Chen Xiu remained fearless. He thrust his longsword diagonally, the sword light piercing the air like the dawn breaking, slaying each and every ghostly battle spirit. With each spirit severed, golden fragments of time scattered in the air, transforming into bridges of light leading to their respective eras.

"Your future cannot be altered by others!" he roared, his sword light transforming into a soaring phoenix flame, scorching the blood-red rift to its very end. Finally, the rift was completely destroyed, the crimson sky instantly returning to azure, and the ancient Netherworld War Soul fell helplessly to the ground. Heaven and earth returned to peace, and at that moment, countless warriors completed their final baptism—they truly realized that only by upholding their conviction in the future amidst war and crisis could the foundation of the era be forged ever stronger.

As the last rays of sunlight faded, the rosy glow illuminated every spirited face. Chen Xiu sheathed his sword and returned to the hall. The golden footprints at the hall's entrance shone even brighter, as if guiding countless followers toward that glorious path. He looked up at the sky and murmured, "Prosperity has been witnessed, and eternity is within reach. Now, we have all swiftly settled into our own eras, and the gates of the future have opened for us. Let all warriors, in their respective times, write their own epics!"

With this whisper, the golden hall transformed into countless points of light, scattering across the heavens and earth like twinkling stars or cascading waterfalls of molten gold, sprinkling upon the mountains and land. Those warriors who had not yet entered the hall were also enveloped in the light, their senses of the future quietly established, and they began to stride forward towards their respective futures. (End of Chapter)