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Amidst the raging flames of war and the dense clouds of corpses filling the sky, nothing could obscure the radiant light in people's hearts—for on this battlefield of life and death, no one could deny one fact: their own success was not only their own desire, but also the ultimate destination admired and yearned for by countless comrades, allies, and even adversaries. This wondrous arrangement was precisely the declaration of the future laid out by everyone together.

As dawn broke, the afterglow illuminated the battlefield where the smoke of battle still lingered. Amidst the ruins, smoke and fire mingled. The emblem of the White Deer Sect fluttered in the wind atop Crackstone Mountain, the blood-red banners of the Eastern Wilderness Demon Army billowed like waves along the ancient road to the desolate tombs, the silver-scaled giant armor of the South Sea Dragon Court shimmered with unwavering faith in the tides, the shadowy cloaks of the Western Qi Nightwalkers flickered beneath the black bamboo forest, and the ghostly artifacts of the Nine Li Secret Sect shimmered in the night. These four forces, each controlling their own territory, shared a common sentiment at this moment: only by achieving their own success could they truly control their future.

Chen Xiu stood atop the battle formation, his gaze piercing as he surveyed the surrounding landscape. The Primordial Dao pulsed within his chest, seemingly resonating with the will of every warrior. He knew that when everyone, at the same moment and in the same place, had grasped their own Primordial Core, the true future would inevitably arrive. And so, he raised his arm and cried out:

"Today's battle is no longer a simple contest of victory or defeat, but a collective display of 'peak success'! You and I are the sharpest blades in our destiny, and only by going with the flow and seizing this 'moment of success' can we completely break through the shackles of the road ahead and touch the highest sky of tomorrow!"

As the words fell, the warriors on all sides trembled in shock. Countless golden runes and crimson demonic patterns erupted simultaneously, transforming the entire battlefield into countless rivers of time. These rivers of time were woven from the warriors' wills, like a vast net of destiny, firmly binding them to their respective futures. Even if they were to die in the next instant, as long as their will remained undiminished, they could, at some point in the future, use this "moment of success" to recall themselves from nothingness.

The Northern Desert cavalry charged first, galloping across the icy plains, each hoofbeat a relentless assault on the laws of nature. But the instant they stepped into the net of destiny, the rhythm of heaven and earth shifted, all the frost transforming into dazzling stars, carving out a path of light leading to the "Gate of the Future." The cavalrymen cried out in astonishment: "Truly—the future that will shape our destiny lies ahead!"

Meanwhile, the dragons of the South Sea Dragon Court stirred up monstrous waves, and amidst the turbulent waters, they saw a map of the sea outlined by countless underwater stars. This map was the very map they had mentally drawn during their countless trials of the dragon tides, guiding them to the pinnacle of dragon ranks within moments. Thus, the dragons roared, their claws cleaving through the waves, soaring straight into the sky.

At the center of their respective magic arrays, the Eastern Wilderness Demon Army and the Nine Li Secret Sect also saw their future paths leading to the Demon Realm, the Netherworld, and the Star River Realm. Those demon disciples and secret masters who had once been jokingly called "having nowhere to go" by their fellow disciples suddenly saw the light: "It turns out that my era has already been arranged by myself; now, I only need to take a step to reach it!"

Within the White Deer Sect, numerous warriors, amidst the radiant glow of battle formations, focused their minds and closed their eyes, envisioning their cultivation paths for the next hundred or thousand years: some danced with star spirits in the ancient star domain, some honed their will in the Glazed Earth Core Furnace, and some tempered their bodies in the forbidden lands of the heavens. That future was both distant and clear, filling them with neither fear nor awe.

The pace of the war suddenly accelerated because everyone had come to a complete understanding: past life and death, gains and losses, were merely the prelude to the future. Now, only by "going with the flow to achieve one's goals" could one seize this unprecedented opportunity amidst the most chaotic crisis, leap forward, and usher in a true age of heroes.

With a series of resounding shouts, attacks from all four directions erupted simultaneously. The icy spears of the Northern Desert cavalry pierced the sky, the South Sea dragon tide crashed against the giant waves, the Eastern Wilderness demon army unleashed a raging inferno of blood and fire, and the Nine Li ghosts hurled terrifying curses… Countless attacks intertwined yet did not collide, for each was empowered by the “Path to the Future,” transforming into the sharpest blades, slicing through the enemy formations that blocked their way. Amidst this fierce battle, Chen Xiu used the Great Dao Pivot in his palm to unleash the “Success Manifestation Technique,” ​​drawing countless floating dust arrays in the air. These arrays, like reflections of stars, gathered the desire for success in everyone's hearts, condensing it into a giant golden wheel. Anyone participating in this array could, at the moment the wheel activated, “determine their own best,” and with a power surpassing their usual cultivation, break through any shackles, completely transforming themselves into the brightest star of the future era.

The golden wheel spun wildly, turning the dust and sand into dazzling sparks that rained down in all directions. Every warrior touched by the sparks felt their power surge, their bodies and minds instantly elevated. A White Deer Sect disciple, carrying a massive boulder, effortlessly destroyed the numerous seals in front of him; a demon from the Eastern Wilderness breathed fire, burning down ancient trees for miles around; a spellcaster from the Nine Li Secret Sect summoned ghosts, commanding countless vengeful spirits to slay enemy soldiers.

"This is the ultimate state of success!" Chen Xiu roared, his voice echoing between heaven and earth. "Only by recognizing our own future and realizing it can we carve out an eternal territory that belongs to you and me in this turbulent battle!"

The flames of war have not yet subsided, and the smoke of battle still thickens, yet the eyes of everyone are growing clearer with each passing day. They are no longer fighting merely to gain a foothold, but for the light within their hearts. That light is both the ultimate goal they have painstakingly cultivated and their most genuine desire at this moment. Therefore, no flesh and blood fears death, for their souls have been ignited deep within by the promise of future victory, an undying flame.

In an instant, the scales of victory began to tip—not to one side, but to those who first recognized their own future. Those forces that were still hesitant, no matter how powerful, repeatedly failed at crucial moments due to their lack of certainty, and were gradually pushed towards defeat.

Suddenly, a sky full of starlight appeared, covering the heavens and the earth, transforming into countless square light arrays, like a dazzling rain of light. These were the "Future Manifestation Arrays" set up by Chen Xiu and the other pioneers. Each light array represented a manifestation of a future path: the Demon Lord's Palace in the ancient star field, the Soul Refining Altar of the Origin of Heaven and Earth, the throne of the King of the Nine Provinces... As long as everyone stepped into one, they could instantly teleport to that future paradise and complete the final trial.

The moment they stepped into the light array, countless cultivators' backs flashed by, as if transforming into stars and merging into the distant future. Those who had not yet stepped in also focused their attention, closed their eyes, and held their breath to observe the array—because they knew that as long as they made their choice and their beliefs were firm, everything would be laid out before them.

In an instant, the battlefield fell silent, as if even the wind had stopped. Everyone held their breath, only the faint glow of the light arrays flickering, guiding them onto their respective paths of destiny. At this moment, each person found their "true future" and understood "what constitutes the ultimate success." The battle at this moment was merely the prelude to a trial; the battle for the future had only just begun.

Chen Xiu stood within the array of light, gazing up at the sky filled with starlight, a slight smile playing on his lips. He knew deeply that this pool of starlight was the convergence of the will of countless cultivators, the best reward for their collective efforts. For the next thousand or ten thousand years, no matter how the world changed, as long as they could achieve their "optimal success"... (End of Chapter)