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The sky was like a curtain, flames of war raged, and the smoke of battle stained the vast lands and rivers crimson. At this very moment, on the primordial continent, the powerful forces and alien races of the Eight Desolations and Ten Domains, driven by war spirit and ambition, gathered on the banks of the Boundary River, locked in fierce combat. Countless cultivators fought desperately amidst the flashing swords, yet no one could deny this fact—everyone's success was something that everyone desired; and now, this earth-shattering war brought about the most precise arrangement and realization of the future.

A crimson sunset hung low in the sky, casting long, thin shadows across the battlefield. On the other side of the boundary river, hundreds of thousands of soldiers from the White Deer Sect, the Eastern Wilderness War Alliance, the Nine Li Secret Sect, the South Sea Dragon Court, the Northern Desert Iron Cavalry, and the Western Qi Night Shadows stood in formation, each displaying their banners and magic arrays, transforming the entire battlefield into a magnificent panorama. Messengers from Heaven and the Underworld had also descended, some wielding celestial talismans, others controlling chains of the Netherworld, determined to break the primordial chains of fate in this decisive battle.

At the very center of the front lines, Chen Xiu stood before the relief of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, clad in dark blue armor, his eyes reflecting the starry sky. He gazed in all directions, his voice like the tolling of an ancient bell, echoing across the battlefield: "Today's battle is a victory no one can deny, a victory that everyone has longed for; and it is unstoppable. This arrangement is the key to truly achieving the future!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Great Dao Pivot within his chest suddenly activated, and his entire body surged with spiritual light, dyeing the air with brilliance. Subsequently, thousands of streams of starlight flew out from his body, merging with those of the same Dao in the formation, transforming into one vision of the future after another: ascending to the Nine Heavens Immortal Peak a thousand years later, achieving the Primordial Dao a hundred thousand years later, or reversing the course of heaven and earth by a single person billions of years later... Each scene was reflected deep within the hearts of the warriors, igniting their most fervent desires.

"By clearly seeing where we are headed, we can achieve our goals!" With a wave of his hand, the illusions suddenly converged, transforming into a luminous altar in the air. On the altar, the name, lineage, aspirations, and vision of each warrior were reflected, allowing everyone to see at a glance what they sought in this life and where they would go in the future. The appearance of this altar instantly filled the battlefield with solemnity. Everyone's spirits were lifted, and they all secretly marveled: It turned out that, in the optimal state of success, everyone's desires were so breathtaking.

On the opposite bank of the boundary river, the Qilin Riders under the Eastern Wilderness Demon General and the South Sea Flood Dragon fought side by side, but they couldn't help but be captivated by the altar, slowing their attacks and contemplating it intently. The Celestial Venerables of the Heavenly Court and the Underworld Generals of the Netherworld also descended at the same time. They were high above all day long, but at this moment they saw clearly the ultimate destination of their cultivation—where their hearts truly belonged, and where they were worthy of the future they aspired to.

"The future must be seized by ourselves!" Chen Xiu shouted, his voice booming like thunder. "Today's battle is to make every warrior who understands this truth—completely find and recognize the future that belongs to him!"

Before he finished speaking, he effortlessly unleashed the "Chains of Time," using his own Great Dao Pivot as a guide to solidify the altar illusion into tangible runes, spreading them across the heavens and earth. In an instant, tens of thousands of hair-thin lines of light, like invisible chains, tightly linked the goals in the hearts of each warrior with the power of their bloodline. Anyone who entered the range of the chains could instantly lock onto their future direction, no longer losing their way; outside the chains lay chaos and the unknown, a place no one could tread.

"Once the chains of time are in place, it means that anyone who hesitates will be cast out of this torrent of fate; anyone who goes with the flow will achieve the long-awaited moment of success!"

As he spoke, the entire battlefield suddenly erupted in a whirlwind of activity. Countless magical runes, lightning flashed, thunder roared, and a meteor shower rained down from the sky, weaving together an unparalleled and magnificent spectacle, as if heaven and earth were beating in unison, and mountains and rivers were roaring in unison. The thousands of warriors on the battlefield, their eyes burning with fervor and their bones trembling, were already captivated by the illusion of the altar and the chains of time, and now they would use their blood and will to prove the blueprint for their inner future.

Thus, the blades clashed once more—those adversaries who had once fought each other out of ambition and suspicion now unleashed an unprecedented coordinated offensive driven by a shared yearning for the future. Many demons and celestial generals, possessing extraordinary abilities, also began to coordinate their attacks, instantly creating a breach in the battlefield. It turns out that only by acknowledging and settling into one's own era can one truly advance the future of others; as everyone pursues their own dreams, the primordial web of destiny will be fully formed.

The White Deer Sect's elite vanguard broke through the ancient boundary river formation and entered the Chaos Sands; the South Sea Flood Dragon General pierced through the heavens and seas with the power of its waves; the Northern Desert Iron Cavalry swept across the battlefield with the force of ice; the Western Zhou Shadows appeared like ghosts behind the enemy lines; the Heavenly Court Immortal Venerable ripped through the sky with the power of talismans… These numerous glorious victories were achieved in this moment of absolute certainty about the future. At the very forefront, Chen Xiu, using the power of the Great Dao Pivot, constantly shifted his own temporal nodes. While others hesitated for a moment, he had already seized the initiative, breaking through the overwhelming offensive and heading straight for the enemy's command core. All the warriors who stood shoulder to shoulder with him were immersed in the intoxication of that "optimal state of success": they finally understood what their own future was and how to seize it.

But just as the battle seemed to be tilting in a decisive victory, the heavens suddenly changed, and a roar echoed from beyond the nine heavens. It was the furious roar of the legendary otherworldly king who controlled the stars, awakened by the shock—he used the power of destiny to erode the chains of time, attempting to turn everyone's blueprint for the future into dust and reshape the primordial destiny.

In an instant, the entire realm trembled, and many cultivators collapsed to the ground, their innermost thoughts fading away. The chains of time were twisted, the altar illusion began to shatter, and the entire battlefield seemed to be caught in a massive, invisible vortex, with chaos and despair sweeping in together.

"The future must be protected by will!" Chen Xiu roared, his inner Dao Yuan Pivot surging, rapidly reconstructing the eroded chain fragments. Using the shattered illusions as a pillar, he wove a more solid web of time, with his personal destiny core and the desires of all living beings as fulcrums.

"Are you willing to reaffirm yourselves as warriors of the age?" His words echoed through the swirling dust, each syllable resonating deep within the hearts of countless soldiers. In an instant, countless trembling figures steadied themselves, their teeth clenched, their eyes blazing with an even fiercer light, and the vow resounded once more in their hearts: "My future is mine to control!"

As the final vow was uttered, the Web of Time suddenly expanded, transforming into a boundless galaxy that enveloped the entire battlefield. The eroding roar was instantly suppressed; the destiny power of the otherworldly king, faced with countless unwavering resolves, could no longer be eroded. The battlefield returned to calm, but everyone knew that that earth-shattering roar was the ultimate test of their beliefs for the future.

The shattered illusions coalesced into a new scene. The altar's lanterns reappeared, the runes pulsed once more, and the symbols of the ten directions' stars and sects came into view. This was no longer just a battlefield, but an altar of destiny they had forged together: every footprint, every shout, etched their future coordinates upon this starry sky.

"Success or failure is no longer defined by external factors, but by the desires within our hearts." Chen Xiu stood atop the altar, his figure shining alongside the sacrificial lamps. His voice was deep yet powerful. "In that case, let us use the blood of this day, the will of this moment, to forge a broader chapter in this era!"

Before the words had even finished, fireworks erupted once more at the edge of the world—a triumphant song of countless warriors breaking through the enemy's last line of defense with their flesh and blood; an encouragement of victory for those who shattered the void's blockade; and above all, the realization, in the most genuine struggle, that "one's own success is what everyone desires"; that "this arrangement is the true embodiment of achieving the future." (End of Chapter)