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On the primordial land, the flames of war have not yet ceased. Turbulent currents of law flow through the void, galaxies tilt, and chaos roars like thunder. Beneath the great calamity, the war among myriad races continues. But this time is different from the past, for—every cultivator has swiftly secured their place in their own era. With faith as their blade and the future as their shield, from the moment they step onto the battlefield, their destinies begin to turn, and the gates to the future open with a resounding crash.

Flames blazed across the sky, and dust filled the air.

On the eastern border, the Crimson Shadow Plains, once occupied by demons, has now transformed into the core of a radiant sacrificial array. Over a thousand cultivators stand here, forming an array, silently chanting ancient incantations, merging their consciousness with the laws of nature, each breath resonating with the pulse of the era. At the center of the array is Chen Xiu. He closes his eyes to regulate his breathing, a vortex of starlight slowly gathering in his palm.

This is the "Star Seal of the Era," which can only be formed by cultivators who have truly awakened and embraced their own future. This mark not only represents a summary of past cultivation but is also the key to the highest realm of the future.

"The era has been settled by everyone." Chen Xiu opened his eyes, his voice booming like thunder and a bell. "Now, it is your turn to ignite, start, and create it!"

A young cultivator stepped forward. His name was Su Yi, and he came from the ancient Tianhan lineage of the Northern Territory. He had been exiled from his sect due to his sluggish spiritual root. However, in this era of awakening chaos, he was the first to sense the Star Seal of the Era, and within a few short months, he broke through from the Earthly Origin Realm to the Void Realm. He walked up to Chen Xiu and bowed: "I have recognized my own future. Please grant me the battle flag and let me step into my era."

Chen Xiu unleashed a palm strike, and the Star Seal materialized around him. Su Yi's body surged with spiritual light, as if a god had descended to earth. With steady steps, he gripped the battle flag and rushed to the front lines.

Following him was a female cultivator named Ling Yeyan, who possessed the "Ice Heart Exquisite Bone." No one had ever truly understood her aloofness and silence. Now, she had completed the shaping of her future within her consciousness. A "Exquisite Sword" made of ice crystals descended from the sky and attached itself to her, instantly creating a vast expanse of frost and freezing the enemy formation.

One by one, they were no longer lost, no longer hesitant, no longer looking up to Chen Xiu or others. They had settled into their era, recognized their own path, and the future had become their strongest support. Their eyes no longer sought guidance, but were filled with determination—this was the true awakening of an era of "identifying with oneself."

Standing in the center of the Star Seal Formation, Chen Xiu felt an unprecedented sense of ease. He no longer needed to manipulate the heavens and earth alone, nor did he need to control the rhythm for everyone. Now, everyone had their own rhythm, everyone had "rapidly achieved their own era," and his task was simply to open the final "door to the future."

A deafening roar echoed from the distant sky, the imminent arrival of the Western Zhou Ghost Kings. Using the "Ghost Domain Sky-Splitting Diagram," they sought to sweep across the entire Eastern Wilderness frontier. Countless vengeful spirits appeared within the diagram, their cries and wails disturbing the mind.

But the Eastern Wilderness is no longer the land of yesterday.

Chen Xiu did not move. He handed the "Future Star Seal" to Su Yi and Ling Yeyan, ordering them to lead the charge.

Led by the two, and in accordance with their respective understanding of the times, they instantly deployed the Heaven, Earth, and Man Three Powers Battle Formation, drawing the vengeful spirits of the Ghost Realm into the "Will Reflection Formation." That formation was based on the Way of the Future, and all who entered had to confront their own unrealized visions of the future.

At that moment, countless vengeful spirits were struck as if by lightning, wailing and shattering. The future is the glory that all cultivators yearn for, while the ghosts are left only with their attachment to the past. They suffer and struggle in the light, and are ultimately completely purified.

Su Yi's battle flag fluttered in the radiance as he shouted, "This is our era! The past is over, the future has begun!"

Tens of thousands of cultivators in the rear responded: "The future is the result we desire—we have recognized it, we have made arrangements, all we need to do is defeat the enemy!"

The star array trembled, the Ghost King was defeated, and Xiqi collapsed.

Meanwhile, good news also arrived from the wild south. The ancient demon king, which had been lurking in the earth's veins, was lured out by the Northern Desert Iron Cavalry and pierced through the primordial spirit with a "Time-Shattering Cannon," causing the primordial energy to backfire and completely kill him. That attack was the masterpiece of Yu Wenhan, the young general of the Northern Desert—he had secluded himself for three days the night before this battle, completely shaping his future martial arts and awakening the talent of the "Limitless Breaking Boundary Body" in his consciousness.

"I have already planned my future, and I know this is my battlefield," he said.

When Chen Xiu received the message, he was gratified. He no longer needed to personally oversee the battle, because every warrior had grown from "relying on others" to becoming a strongman who "relies on himself." All the cultivators on the front lines of the Primordial World had completed their understanding and recognition of their own future, moving like stars in motion, like rivers flowing into the sea, vast and unstoppable.

This is the sign that the era is truly unfolding.

Night falls, the war temporarily ceases, and the stars shine like a dream.
Chen Xiu sat alone atop Mount Cangwu, overlooking the earth. He gazed at the starry sky, each star representing a cultivator who had ushered in a new era. Those youths who once lingered on the fringes, considered outcasts by their sects, now shone with an undeniable brilliance; those hermits who once hid in caves, cultivating in solitude and misunderstood, now led their respective factions, sweeping through enemy lines and standing atop the peak.

"This moment of success belongs to everyone who has recognized themselves," Chen Xiu murmured to himself, his voice soft yet resounding through the heavens.

He slowly took out a "Heavenly Fate Bone Bead," a symbol of the future bestowed by the will of heaven and earth. With a flick of his finger, the bone bead soared into the air, transforming into a golden rainbow that pierced through the nine heavens. Under that light, the fortune of the entire primordial world fluctuated.

—That was a sign of the "Final Age Gate".

“Chen Xiu.” A woman in a plain robe slowly approached; it was Jiang Lian, the Holy Maiden of the White Deer Sect. Gazing at the starlight, she said softly, “You are no longer the only one leading this era. Now, the whole world is dancing with the future.” Chen Xiu chuckled, “That is precisely the future I yearn for.”

As dawn breaks, the great road resounds.

"By securing their own future, many people can quickly open up their own era's future." This is the inscription engraved on the Eastern Wilderness Battle Stone, and it is also the most authentic portrayal of this great era's awakening.

In the future, countless cultivators will embark on their own paths, no longer waiting for fate to arrange things, but actively creating their own destiny—they have come to understand that a successful future is never a gift, but is created by each and every one of them who recognizes themselves in the present moment.

With that, Chen Xiu slowly walked away from the mountain, his feet treading on the radiant light, and disappeared into the starlight and moonlight. A new era was slowly unfolding among the people.

Smoke of war rises once more, war drums thunder, and beneath the vast sky of the primordial land, thousands of cultivators stand in battle array, swords and halberds clashing, spells flying, like a rolling torrent of blood surging towards the distant horizon. At this moment, everyone has already "swiftly settled into their own era" in their hearts, all their accumulated strength and opportunities transforming into sharp blades in an instant, pointing directly at the battlefield ahead.

Before dawn, the northern winds howled, frost covered the wilderness, and the iron cavalry of the Northern Desert had already arrived through the snow. Clad in armor, their horses' hooves thundered like a torrent of thousands of troops, pouring over the frozen earth and stirring up clouds of snow dust. On the shores of the South Sea, beneath the surging waves, the Dragon Clan generals advanced with raging waves and lightning, their roars like divine punishment erupting from the tides. Furthermore, the Eastern Wilderness Demon Clan, the Heavenly Court Immortals, the Underworld Messengers, the Nine Li Secret Sect... various forces were positioned in all directions, their swords and magical weapons gleaming in the clouds, ready to tear the entire world apart at the slightest touch.

Before the Primordial Palace, Chen Xiu, clad in dark blue silk armor, exuded an aura of profound depth and piercing gaze. He had mentally rehearsed every possible sequence of events in this war countless times, which allowed him to remain calm and composed at this moment. With a wave of his hand, the Great Dao Pivot within his body resonated with the minds of everyone present. Golden runes burst forth from his chest, connecting the wills of all his allies and instantly constructing a dazzling "Main Time Sequence Battle Array."

He declared loudly: "Today's battle will no longer be a bloody massacre where one side slaughters the other, but the ultimate test of 'the future is already determined'! You and I have all settled our own eras, and the future we yearn for in our hearts has been established in this formation. On the battlefield, only speed and decisiveness can determine victory or defeat. There is no room for hesitation, no room for retreat!"

Before the words were even finished, thousands of warriors roared in unison, and a star-like array of light suddenly spread out, sweeping in all directions. The star-like rainbow, propelled by tens of thousands of cultivators, was like a river of time and space connecting heaven and earth, instantly engulfing the opponent's first wave of attack, leaving no room for retreat.

The Northern Desert Iron Cavalry bore the brunt of the attack, their iron hooves crushing the earth in the battle formation, yet they seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, their speed drastically reduced; the dragon tide surged forth, but was forcefully repelled by the void barrier of the Star River Array; the Eastern Wilderness Demon Army's crimson sea of ​​fire was extinguished abruptly under the radiance, leaving behind vast scorched earth and wailing cries. All the invading enemies felt their bodies frozen in place, unable to move, before this sudden "Main Time Sequence Battle Array."

"This is the powerful advantage brought about by 'quickly settling into one's own era'!" Chen Xiu slowly withdrew the magic seal in his hand, but urged countless warriors in the formation to recite in unison: "Fate is set, the future is promising!" His voice was like a morning bell and evening drum, echoing in everyone's heart and inspiring even more surging fighting spirit.

The battle suddenly shifted in favor of the opposing forces, who, relying on their chronological battle formations, launched wave after wave of counterattacks, repelling the enemy layer by layer, yet they did not stop there. They knew that only by completing more "era placements" in their offensive could they ensure a more secure future. Thus, cultivators continuously unleashed newly acquired techniques, blocking the opponent's attacks outside the formation while relentlessly pushing forward any unfinished momentum within, without letting up.

Just then, Fu Peng, the colossal Demon Lord of the Eastern Wilderness Demon Sect, suddenly appeared. Behind him, countless demonic runes emerged, each one stirring the dark laws of heaven and earth. He sneered, "With your power, you think you can trap me?" With that, the entire earth seemed to be swallowed up by him, and black energy surged around him, transforming into countless demonic arms that tore apart in all directions.

Chen Xiu's gaze sharpened. He had already foreseen Fu Peng's appearance, but he remained calm, rapidly manipulating the magic array in his mind. He concentrated on activating the "Heaven and Earth Reversal Technique," reversing all the temporal energy within the array. Streams of light swiftly moved, reshaping the battle formation's structure. In an instant, golden runes and dark magic patterns intertwined in the air, like two giant dragons locked in battle—one a river of time woven from the light of the future, the other a torrent of destruction forged from chaotic darkness.

Fu Peng's demonic runes were forced to retreat, and his once devastating demonic arm disintegrated in the golden light. He roared, "Reverse? But how can you reverse it? Your fates tremble before my demonic path!" With that, he unleashed an even more insidious incantation, the sound waves shattering the earth and attempting to blast everyone away from the world.

However, Chen Xiu was prepared. With one hand, he deduced the flow of time, and with the other hand, he gathered the will of everyone, combining the "Fate Returning to Origin Method" and the "Heavenly Revelation Mark" into one, transforming it into a golden furnace. Within that furnace, spacetime surged, containing both the future blueprints of all cultivators and enveloping the opponent's demonic reversal. Once activated, it could reverse the opponent's spacetime shackles into an opportunity advantageous to oneself.

He roared, "With the power of my Furnace's reversal, I will prove your fate as Demon Lord!" The golden furnace erupted with countless rays of holy light, drawing Fu Peng and his demonic runes into it. The heavens and earth paled in comparison, and the void ripped open, as if freezing the entire universe in this moment. Everyone held their breath, only to see the golden light dissipate, Fu Peng's screams long since vanished, his body turning into nothingness, completely erased.

"No more chaos to disturb us, the future is in our hands!" A cold glint flashed in Chen Xiu's eyes, then he stretched out his hand to the crowd, "At this moment, please recite once more: 'Fate is set, the future is promising,' let our era be made eternal!"

Within the battle formation, voices echoed: "Destiny is set, the future is promising!" They aligned their personal future plans with the battle formation, as if imprinting their own mental seals deeply onto this space-time. Any force that attempted to interfere would be ruthlessly filtered and dismantled by the temporal grid they had united into.

Immediately following, the dragons of the South Sea Dragon Court, along with the remnants of the Eastern Wilderness Demon Army, the Nightwalkers of Xiqi, the Nine Li Secret Sect, and other forces, launched another joint attack, attempting to press their advantage. However, they were now trapped in an even deeper ocean of temporal sequence—every time they attempted to launch an offensive, they were distorted by the golden primary timeline, causing spacetime misalignments: spells would inexplicably spin, weapons would deviate from their true targets, and some were even frozen in place, unable to move.

It wasn't until the phrase "fate is predetermined, the future is promising" echoed in their minds for the tenth time that they realized they were firmly caught up in it, with no way out. Helpless, they could only draw their swords and commit suicide to prove that they also agreed with this path to the future, and only then could they escape this prison of time.

Heaven and earth returned to solemnity, with only the golden light of the main battle array still illuminating the sky like a newborn sun, gradually dispelling all chaos. Chen Xiu withdrew his magic seal, his gaze gentle yet filled with unwavering determination: "From this day forward, the various realms of the primordial world will no longer be determined solely by strength, but by our understanding and grasp of the future. Those who dare to swiftly establish their own era will step into their own glorious future; those who hesitate will forever be lost in the reefs of fate."

He slowly turned around, casting his gaze towards the distant horizon where flames and dark clouds mingled: "The road ahead is still fraught with peril. But as long as we always remember: only by accommodating the times can we reach the future; only by identifying the future can we shape the times, then no matter how many twists and turns lie ahead, nothing can stop us from moving forward until we reach the summit!"

As his voice faded, all the cultivators bowed respectfully, their eyes blazing with even greater fighting spirit. They marched out of the main temporal battle formation, pushing this war and contest of destiny into a wider world. Each of them silently recited that oath, which transformed into radiant notes, composing the next chapter of the primordial legend. (End of Chapter)