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The flames of war have not yet subsided, the sky is as red as blood, and the land of the Nine Provinces trembles amidst the smoke and embers. From this moment on, every cultivator has settled their own coordinates in this era, and the vision of the future is clearly visible in their hearts. It is a high celestial path interwoven with light and fire, pointing straight to the pinnacle of all ages; it is also a vast and solid rock, forging the will of all living beings into an indestructible foundation.

This morning, the setting sun blazed like blood, and beneath the vast sky, a vast army was already arrayed. The young man from the White Deer Sect, clad in blue, held the Heavenly Talisman, his gaze resolute; the armored warriors of the Eastern Wilderness Demon Army wore cold expressions, their sharpness concealed; the Night Walkers of Western Qi had eyes as black as ink, shadows surrounding them; the dragons of the South Sea Dragon Palace leaped, their roars shaking the tides; the iron cavalry of the Northern Desert stirred up dust and sand, their hooves shattering ice and snow. —This was the gathering of those who had "swiftly settled the era," ready for an ultimate showdown concerning the fate of the primordial world.

Chen Xiu stood at the center of the formation, his hair fluttering in the wind, his gaze piercing, the Azure Dragon Banner of the White Deer Sect behind him billowing in the breeze. He slowly extended his hand, a star-shaped mark appearing in his palm, rotating slightly and emitting a pale golden glow. That mark was created by him in the last great battle, combining the "Fate Returning to Origin Method" and the "Heaven and Earth Reversal Technique," capable of capturing the momentum of the next few breaths in an instant, guiding his companions to break through the impasse.

"Today's battle is the test of your ability to navigate the ages!" His voice was not loud, yet it shook the heavens and earth. "You have all decided on your future. Have you had any doubts? Have you hesitated? If not, then follow me into battle! One general can become famous among millions, and we will contend for the pinnacle of the timeline!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding warriors echoed in unison, channeling their inner energy and converging it at the core of the formation. At that moment, all the laws of nature seemed to be connected by an invisible thread, and the blood of every person resonated with a common rhythm: breakthrough means victory; overcoming inner demons means reaching the future.

At the forefront of the Eastern Wilderness Demon Army, a Demon Lord-level general raised a blood-red battle flag, dripping blood that etched runes onto its surface. He roared, "Witch Blood Spreads Across the Plains, Dawn is Coming!" Instantly, a rain of blood fell from the sky, mingling with the surging tides of the South Sea dragons, the sea breeze and the bloody waves rising together, turning the world into a raging sea of ​​blood.

The Night Walker of Xiqi suddenly stopped, drew his twin swords, the black blades reflecting a cold light from the void. He had already merged his thoughts with the shadows in the deep of night, and now his attack was like a ghost: "Shadowless and traceless, traveling at ten thousand miles per hour!" His figure transformed into countless afterimages, rushing straight towards the Eastern Wilderness Demon Army's formation.

At the same time, the Northern Desert cavalry transformed into shooting stars across the sky, a thousand riders moving as one, dust and cold winds swirling together. The sound of hooves suddenly quickened, like the resounding of heavenly drums, carrying the chill of the snow-capped mountains, unleashing bursts of freezing air that froze the vanguard of the battlefield into an ice wall, forcefully halting a surge of dragons.

At the heart of the formation, Chen Xiu closed his eyes, conjuring up the future battle scenario he had foreseen in the "Apocalypse Mark" in his mind. He lightly spun the star mark in his hand, arranging these numerous variables like a chessboard, then flicked his thumb, sending a wisp of light breaking through the mark and striking the afterimage of Xiqi, turning it into a real focal point. That beam of light severed the illusion, detonating at its core, causing the Nightwalker to break through the spatial and temporal veil amidst the chaos, revealing its true form.

"Only by understanding our own era can we shatter all illusions!" Chen Xiu murmured to himself, and the star mark on his chest suddenly shone even brighter, illuminating the surrounding area. The power of conviction forged from this belief in the future materialized, impacting every halberd wielder and instantly making their opponents realize: this battle was destined to be different from the past—it was not just a contest of martial skills, but also a contest of grasping the future!
At the core of the White Deer Sect's formation, an elder over seventy years old activated the "Primordial Divine Technique," drawing the purest primordial spirit within his body to his palm, transforming it into a small star. He roared, "Heaven and Earth return together! One Qi transforms into the Nine Provinces!" The star suddenly expanded, shooting straight into the sky, transforming into nine beams of light that fell, each landing on one of the five major camps, like arrows of destiny, pointing to their respective era coordinates.

At that moment, the South China Sea Dragon roared to the sky, drawing upon the starlight of the Dragon Palace to illuminate its scales and armor, further amplifying the surging white waves; the Eastern Wilderness Demon Army wildly wielded its talisman blades, absorbing the blood rain into its blade soul and replenishing its power with the Heaven-Burning Curse Fire; the Western Qi Night Walkers used the light to instantly weave shadow phantoms, allowing the afterimages and the main body to attack simultaneously, making it impossible for the opponent to defend against; the Northern Desert Iron Cavalry gathered the shattered ice and cold air at the tip of their blades, piercing the ice wall in one fell swoop, and returning the cold current to the Demon Army's formation.

Meanwhile, Chen Xiu, at the center of the battle, had already deduced the final move of the game. His gaze fixed on the star mark on his chest, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Success or failure hinges on this; let's test our mettle!" He simultaneously unleashed the "Heaven and Earth Reversal Technique" and the "Fate Returning to Origin Method" with both palms, causing the rhythm of heaven and earth to be overturned. Blade light, talismans, surging tides, and icy winds all reversed their flow at this moment. The area where he stood became the center of a massive vortex, swallowing all incoming attacks. Countless attacks came before him, all transforming into the vital energy within his body, nourishing the renewal of his techniques.

In an instant, the star imprint shattered into countless points of light, scattering upon each of their companions. Each transformed into a stream of light, converging at the four corners of the battlefield to form a halo that completely enveloped the entire frontier. That halo was the embodiment of "identifying the era, swiftly placing oneself, and rapidly achieving the future," providing its holder with a continuous stream of future foresight and bursts of combat power in any offensive or defensive situation.

"Charge!" Chen Xiu shouted, leaping into the air. The star mark in his hand gathered and dispersed, drawing out a dazzling galaxy spear. He took a step forward, and where the spear pointed, a spacetime tunnel suddenly opened, sucking in the densest part of the enemy formation, turning it into countless scattered stars.

The demon army, the dragon tide, the afterimages, and the iron cavalry that were caught in the rift were all thrown into the spacetime rift, and were reshaped by the laws as they shattered, becoming the new battle spirits in the White Deer Sect's formation. Their consciousness and fighting spirit had all merged with Chen Xiu and the others into the main timeline forged by the future, leaving them with no way out.

The battlefield was completely turned upside down in this battle. The remaining enemy troops hesitated outside the rift, only to see the halo gradually receding, as if proclaiming an inviolable law: only by recognizing one's own era and quickly preparing for the future can one avoid being eliminated in this chaos; only by seizing the moment that truly belongs to oneself can one become the ultimate victor.

As the last ray of starlight transformed into countless stardust fragments and crashed into the heavens, all the warriors who had settled into this era roared in unison a single word—"Victory!"

That victory cry resounded throughout the land, piercing through the heavy shackles of fate and etched itself into every heart. The smoke of battle dissipated, the setting sun stained with blood, and the world returned to silence. Yet, within this silence, countless confirmed visions of the future echoed: towering peaks, vast starry rivers, the laws of the heavens bowing in submission, and all paths yielding—that was their new era.

Chen Xiu sheathed his Star River Spear, gazing up at the rift in the sky torn open by the spear's light. Deep within his eyes lay a more profound anticipation. He knew—this battle was merely the prologue; countless trials and tribulations awaited on the road ahead. But as long as everyone had embraced their era and secured their future, they could forge ahead with unwavering speed in any crisis, ushering in an era truly their own!

—The dawn has broken, and the door to tomorrow awaits its opening. (End of Chapter)