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War drums thundered, banners fluttered, and the air was thick with the scent of blood and fire. Since Chen Xiu led his forces to pierce the core of the Netherworld, the primordial land had crumbled, and the remnants of the old forces were launching a counterattack, attempting to devour the newly formed Great Dao of Time and Space. However, countless cultivators had already settled their own era in the previous decisive battle, each one brimming with fighting spirit, their yearning for the future transformed into an invincible force.

With a series of long howls, they once again stepped onto the battlefield. The disciples of the White Deer Sect, along with the Eastern Wilderness Demon Army, the South Sea Dragon Palace Navy, the Western Qi Shadow Envoys, and the Northern Desert Iron Cavalry, each took their positions at key points, weaving countless battle lines. The temporal markings worn by the cultivators shone brightly, like countless dancing stars, firmly linking them to the future. Every warrior could instantly foresee the path of the battle to come, pre-arranging formations and mental incantations, manipulating their destiny in parallel with time and space.

"A three-pronged attack is imminent! The left flank must unleash the 'Mysterious Ice Devouring Heaven Technique,' while the right flank must use the 'Burning Heaven Technique' to launch a fierce assault on the center. Those in the center must use the 'Heavenly Revelation Mark' to maintain their footing!" Chen Xiu commanded loudly from the front lines. He gripped a golden spear, and wherever the spear tip pointed, the power of time transformed into dazzling streams of light, cleaving through the enemy ranks. The generals bowed in response, perfectly aligning their own historical timelines with Chen Xiu's guidance, their tactics flowing smoothly and effortlessly.

In an instant, attacks from four directions were launched simultaneously:

On the left flank, the Snow Feather disciples of the White Deer Sect used the Frost Law to condense the spiritual spring of heaven and earth, pouring clusters of mysterious ice crystal pillars at the vanguard of the demon army, freezing thousands of miles.

On the right flank, the South China Sea Dragon Fleet introduced the Starry Sea Tide into the battlefield, the water flowing like a roaring beast, swallowing up the attacking enemy;
In the center, Chen Xiu used the Heavenly Revelation Mark to summon the power of the universe, weaving time and space into a giant net, wiping out the many remnants of the Heavenly Court and the Underworld on the other side.
Behind them, the Nightwalkers and Iron Cavalry joined forces, using shadows and iron hooves to make the remaining demonic shadows and ghostly poison mist nowhere to hide.

The battlefield suddenly transformed into a living hell, space distorted and the sound of the earth splitting. Without exception, everyone involved in this battle could quickly sense the shifts in the tide of war and use the power of their era to avert disaster. Those newcomers who still harbored doubts in the previous battle were now fully awakened: they knew that future victories would no longer be mere boasts, but the result of precise decisions and perfect alignment of will.

"Charge—" Chen Xiu shouted, swinging his spear like a shattered galaxy pouring down, desperately cutting into the depths of the battle formation. His comrades followed closely behind, each unleashing their unique skills: those wielding swords displayed sword intent as fierce as rainbows, severing remnant souls with a single strike; those using talismans unleashed blazing talisman fire, burning the embers of the underworld to ashes; those who refined their bodies used fists with the force of a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting, shattering the demon soldiers' armor to pieces.

In this fiercest battle, countless cultivators deeply bound their own destinies to the imprint of the era. For a moment, their techniques were no longer simply a clash of internal energy and incantations, but rather incorporated the fluctuations of spacetime, carrying the predetermined mark of future victory. Each strike seemed to transcend the barriers of time, pulling victory into the present.

"The moment of success will be the moment when you and I recognize our own era!" Chen Xiu said loudly, gripping the gun handle. Behind him, thousands of rays of light from the sequence of time converged, transforming into a golden road leading to the sky. "Let us take this road as our path and the flames of war as our torch to illuminate the future in everyone's heart!"

Before he finished speaking, he was the first to step onto the golden path. The path trembled and shimmered, like a Milky Way stretching for millions of miles; then, he leaped into the air, carrying with him a fragment of starlight, and soared straight into the sky. Following closely behind, countless cultivators also leaped up, their figures streaking across the sky like shooting stars, illuminating the mark of the Great Dao one by one.

Under the glow, the previously scattered battle lines were suddenly reorganized. Seeing this, the remaining forces were filled with fear: they realized that the group before them was no longer the ordinary people they had once underestimated, but an invincible legion forged by their own sense of identity with the times and their aspirations for the future.

"Retreat—" With a sharp shout, the remaining demons, the remnants of the Heavenly Court, and the Underworld were routed, their souls scattered. Once full of confidence, they were now crushed by the fierce torrent of time and space, with nowhere to hide.

The triumphant bells echoed across the heavens and earth, the crimson afterglow solidifying into a magnificent spectacle. Warriors trudged through the churning dust, the road beneath their feet still stretching endlessly into the distance. At this moment, their hearts were free of fear, filled only with boundless yearning for the future. For each of them had swiftly settled into their own era, knowing that no matter what hardships lay ahead, as long as they followed the guiding light of the road, they could overcome all obstacles and reach their own pinnacle.

Chen Xiu sheathed his spear, his gaze fixed on the uncharted horizon in the distance. He smiled gently and murmured, "The future lies beneath our feet, and the road is paved by us. May every warrior who stands shoulder to shoulder with me today write their own legendary life story on this grand path."

Countless rays of light converged in the sky, illuminating the primordial land. Though the flames of war have subsided, a new journey has just begun. The former map of the land has been reshaped by this battle; the shackles of fate have been broken by this battle.

In this most fervent era, the will of billions of cultivators converges into a torrent, illuminating and reconnecting countless paths to the future, forming a spatiotemporal network that spans heaven and earth. Within this network, everyone can find their own path, leading them to their most desired destination. They firmly believe that as long as they maintain their identification with their era and diligently plan for the future, they can remain forever invincible.

Thus, the grand epic of heaven and earth became even more magnificent through these battles and decisive choices. At that moment, everyone understood: the true strong are not only the victors on the battlefield, but also the masters who can control their own era and dominate their future destiny. And each of them is a protagonist of this era.

Chapter Four: A Turbulent Era

The flames of war rage on, the clouds of battle still linger, smoke billows across the land, armies stand in formation, swords flash and spears clash, and incantations and runes gleam. This primordial battlefield is no longer the bloody carnage of the past, but a place where cultivators, with visions in their hearts and who have already "swiftly settled into their own era," break free from the shackles of fate with unwavering faith and courage, unleashing the light of their own future.

Before dawn broke, a streak of flame appeared on the eastern horizon. It was the Northern Demon Lord leading his myriad demon cavalry across the sky, flames scattering like a hellish inferno. Simultaneously, hundreds of dragons from the South Sea Dragon Court surged through the waves, drawing power from the starlight of the seabed, and charged forward in a mighty torrent. From the various regions of the Central Plains—the White Deer Sect, the Eastern Wilderness War Alliance, the Western Shadow, the Nine Li Secret Sect, the Myriad Spirits Gate… countless factions converged at the Celestial Pole, each arrayed in battle formation, ready for battle.

"The war continues, but now everyone has settled into their own time."

Before the White Deer Sect's main hall, Chen Xiu, clad in Azure Dragon Armor, gazed with eyes as deep as the sea. He took a deep breath, and the Great Dao Pivot within his body circulated, fusing the "Heavenly Revelation Mark," the "Heaven and Earth Reversal Technique," and the newly comprehended "Fate Returning to Origin Method"—three beams of light shooting from his chest, transforming into invisible guides that connected the wills of all his companions, coalescing into a star-river battle formation.

His voice echoed through the ranks: "Fellow comrades, though there are countless dangers ahead, what is there to fear? We have all recognized our era and firmly grasped the future. Today, let us use this decisive momentum to defeat the enemy in one fell swoop and reclaim the future that belongs to us!"

As the words fell, the entire battle formation erupted with earth-shattering horns, a vast and mighty tide. In that instant, tens of thousands of cultivators transformed the power of the Great Dao within their bodies into chains of starlight, harmonizing with each other to create a magnificent and unparalleled celestial totem. Once activated, that totem would be like the gates of heaven about to open, capable of reversing the tide of chaos without a trace.

Although the Northern Underworld Demon Lord was fierce and unparalleled, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He raised the Xuan Ying Demon Blade, which was imbued with the blood and soul of an ancient demon, its cold light piercing the surrounding void and causing it to crack. The demon riders also shouted and surged forward. However, every time they stepped into the range of the Star River Battle Formation, they were as if restrained by a myriad of laws, their movements suddenly halted, their magical power flowing slowly, and some demon riders were even dragged back to the center of the battle formation, their demonic flames extinguished, and a layer of armor removed. "The Fate Returning to Origin Method, which combines the essence of the Heavenly Revelation Mark and the Qiankun Reversal Technique, can monitor the difference in time and space between the enemy and ourselves in the battle formation, and neutralize the opponent's attacks within the next few breaths!" Chen Xiu explained loudly, his gaze passing through the encirclement and locking onto the Northern Underworld Demon Lord, "Demon Lord, if you remain obstinate, you will only be defeated at this moment!"

The Demon Lord laughed wildly, his voice shaking the universe: "Good! If you can hold out for a few breaths, I'm afraid you won't be able to withstand the power of my Demon Blade's Soul-Slaying Technique!" With that, the Xuan Ying Demon Blade slashed down, its black blade light swirling with nine layers of Devouring Curse, heading straight for Chen Xiu.

Just as the blade was about to strike, Chen Xiu stepped onto the main temporal imprint of the Star River Battle Formation, and the "Heaven and Earth Reversal Technique" on his wrist suddenly shone brightly, reversing the flow of time of the demonic blade aimed at him—the blade's light abruptly froze in mid-air, then transformed into a rain of blade marks that sliced ​​across the illusory battle formation, yet did not harm a single person. The blade marks dissipated, and the entire space returned to normal, leaving only the echoing sound of the demonic blade awaiting its strike.

"Time reversal! In just a few breaths, all incoming attacks can be reversed!" Chen Xiu's expression was calm as he casually put away the "Heavenly Revelation Mark," having already firmly grasped the opportunity for victory. The masses immediately launched a combined attack, and the star river blockade rapidly expanded, trapping the Northern Underworld Demon Lord and his demon cavalry within, leaving them with no way to retreat.

Above the battle formation, the runes and patterns of the magic array shone even brighter, and the starry river swirled like a woven tapestry, resembling a giant net from the future that firmly bound the opponents. The power within this net was forged by each cultivator who had planned their own era in advance, relying on their supreme control over the future.

"Break!" Chen Xiu roared, his mind racing. "Fate returns to its origin, to the primordial chaos. Now, with the Great Dao of Primordial Chaos, I will reverse the void of the Nine Netherworlds!"

He unleashed a palm strike, and a primordial sun emerged from his palm, like a miniature sun, bursting forth suddenly at the heart of the Star River Battle Formation, its radiance overwhelming the heavens and earth. That radiant power, carrying a torrent of spacetime, utterly crushed the Northern Underworld Demon Lord and his demon riders trapped within. The world lost its color, the void trembled, and the battle formation's sharp edge pierced the sky like lightning, causing countless demons to wail and turn to ashes.

The victory horns resounded, and the cultivators of the White Deer Sect cheered in unison, waving their battle flags and shaking the heavens. Chen Xiu, however, wore a solemn expression, for he knew that this was only the prelude to a great battle—an even more terrifying trial awaited ahead.

On the other side of the sky, the Dragon Court of the South Sea, along with the Demon Lord of the Eastern Wilderness, the Ghost King of Xiqi, the Serpent Ancestor of Jiuli, and other forces, have arrived at the city's gates. Each of them, relying on their extraordinary talents and secret treasures, is stirring up the primordial rhythms. The starry sea roars, the flames surge, and the netherworld howls... Countless dimensional runes converge in the air, transforming into blinding orbs of light. Those who attempt to destroy the formation will be reduced to ashes.

At this moment, Chen Xiu walked slowly among the ruins, stroking the fragment that had just emerged from the Great Dao Pivot in his hand. His gaze was calm, as if he had seen through all the affairs of the world: "True war is not only about the clash of weapons, but also about the planning for the future. If one can turn the opportunity of a 'predetermined future' into practical action, one can still discern the general trend and control the situation amidst any turmoil."

He raised his hand, holding the fragment of the Yuan Shu high in front of him. In an instant, crimson light poured out from the fragment, illuminating all directions like a flowing river of blood or a reflection of a starry river. Wherever the crimson light reached, all formations, seals, and restrictions were activated and reshaped. Everything seemed to resonate because of this small Yuan Shu, cracking the old shackles of laws and ushering in a new rhythm.

“A qualified future requires constant placement and verification.” He murmured to himself, but after a moment he thought to himself, “Although the price is high, it will surely bring about a greater turning point in the world. As long as we can move forward, grasp the Yuan Pivot, and control the main timeline, we can help all warriors reach the peak that belongs to them in the shortest possible time.”

Having said that, he leaped to the side, merging into the battle, and unleashed the second essence of the "Fate Returning to Origin Method." He connected directly with his comrades through his mind, transforming the resonant rhythm of the crimson primordial pivot into a powerful, inspiring bell-like sound that plunged all cultivators into an unprecedented surge of fighting spirit.

Immediately, bolts of lightning, shattering the very fabric of time, rained down from the sky, piercing the core of the magic arrays of the South Sea Dragon Court, the Eastern Wilderness Demon Lord, and other factions. In an instant, the heavens and earth trembled, and all barriers and obstacles collapsed. The warriors pressed their advantage, breaking through the outer defenses with lightning speed and heading straight for the heart of the lords' formation.

When Chen Xiu joined his personal guard in the main battle formation, he had already grasped the entire battle situation: the strength of each force and the speed of each Heavenly Mandate Law were all under his control. With just a single command, he could concentrate the fighting spirit of these hundreds of thousands of cultivators into a single point, unleashing an overwhelming momentum.

Just then, the void in the center of the battlefield suddenly distorted, and a huge spatial rift tore open the barrier between the mortal world and the primordial world. A mysterious and powerful figure clad in silver-white feather robes arrived carrying the celestial seal—it was none other than the legendary Celestial Venerable who held the "Key of Destiny." With his appearance, he irresistibly tilted the balance of the entire battle toward the allied forces of the Celestial Court and the Underworld.

"The spacetime rift was opened by the Heavenly Court. Only Chen Xiu and others, whose future is already determined, can wield the Yuan Shu to reverse the rift's trend!" he declared loudly, his tone authoritative. "To stop this attack, we must transform everyone's era placement and future aspirations into the most powerful force of cohesion!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Xiu's gaze met that of the Silver Feather Immortal Venerable. A thought struck him, but he remained calm: "If that's the case, let all of this become a touchstone—only by settling the era properly can we truly confront the power of destiny!"

Amidst the chaos, he smiled slightly, instantly urging the warriors of all four directions to jointly activate three major techniques, resonating with their bloodlines, wills, and the spatial-temporal pivot, transforming them into an incomparably dazzling gate of time. He took the lead, guiding everyone into the gate to greet the immortal venerable one bearing the seal of destiny.

The Heavenly Mandate Seal, like a fleeting meteor, carried an irresistible pressure. But when it resonated with the Primordial Pivot, it seemed to encounter an even stronger rhythm, driving it off its original trajectory and ultimately transforming into countless runes that drifted into the void.

In an instant, the rift was sealed, and the radiance of the Heavenly Mandate Seal ceased to erode all living beings. Chaos returned to clarity, and on the battlefield, all cultivators, like untamed horses, unleashed their strongest voices—a confirmation of the future, a declaration of the era, and the deepest affirmation of a "qualified future."

Blood stained the earth, yet it also nurtured the seeds of a prosperous era. As dawn broke and the sun rose, countless rays of light simultaneously shone forth: every warrior who had once "quickly settled into their own time" stepped into the gates of their own future amidst this radiance.

Thus concludes Chapter Four; the smoke of battle still lingers, the fighting spirit undiminished, yet in this era baptized by blood and fire, each individual has written their own most glorious chapter through their actions. The grand path of the future awaits them, to be explored and imprinted with their hearts and wills, leaving an eternal mark on the primordial world with their own strength. (End of Chapter)