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The world stretched out before them, a vast and boundless expanse of paths. At this moment, the flames of war continued, yet it resembled a stage being laid out for the future—for on this primordial continent, everyone yearned for success, every breath imbued with faith and longing for the future. In this instant, everyone shared the same conviction: the best path to success was the outcome they all desired.

The morning mist had not yet dissipated, and the war drums still resounded. Within the main formation of the White Deer Sect, Chen Xiu stood atop the highest array, his gaze as sharp as the stars, fixed on the battle line stretching to the horizon. The four forces clashed and confronted each other, rift valleys were annihilated, star rivers flowed backward, and twilight descended, all due to the intertwining of different paths of destiny, forming a vast and magnificent panorama of battle.

He gently touched the Great Dao Pivot in his chest, sensing the intentions and future trajectories of each warrior. His voice resonated like orange light, shaking the earth: "The success of each of you is not just your personal glory, but the fervent expectation of countless comrades for the future. It is because of this that we are able to construct the best plan for success—the result that everyone desires, and the peak that we climb together."

Within the battle formation, countless warriors chanted incantations, the Great Dao Laws surging within their bodies, resonating tacitly with the incantations in their hearts. In those breaths, one could almost see that they had perfectly aligned themselves with their future: some stood atop the Star Palace, overlooking the Nine Provinces; some guarded the Origin of Chaos, controlling the great calamity of heaven and earth; and some transformed into world-suppressing warriors, raising their arms and shouting before all races.

At this moment, everyone successfully achieved their future and fully understood what kind of version of themselves could truly achieve the future they had now.

Just then, the Northern Wilderness battlefield suddenly changed—the sky cracked open, and a blood-red celestial river poured down, connecting the sky and the earth. Countless dazzling runes flowed across the celestial river, as if it were the ultimate manifestation of the primordial destiny. The secret arts and laws condensed within those runes perfectly aligned with the intentions of everyone who had already chosen their future path of cultivation.

Chen Xiu raised his hand and unfolded the Great Dao Pivot in his chest. The Pivot was like a star chart, displaying countless branches of destiny, each representing a different realm of success. He said loudly, "The Heavenly River Runes are the manifestation of the 'best success plan.' If you and I can align with one of the main timelines, we can quickly transform the future into reality—this is the ultimate result that everyone desires."

As the words fell, the cultivators' hearts surged with excitement, and they approached the rift in the celestial river with breathtaking perseverance. Everyone understood: as long as they aligned themselves with the runes and their own will, they could step onto the main channel leading to success and the future, achieving a reversal or transcendence of their destiny.

The Northern Desert Iron Cavalry, the Great Wilderness Demon Army, the Nine Li Shadows, and the South Sea Flood Dragons—powerful figures from all sides unleashed their final gamble, attempting to seize the first rune path beneath the Milky Way. However, they encountered only the unwavering resolve and fierce battle of everyone within Chen Xiu's battle formation: gold, silver light, shadows, and azure sea—each element's array of rune light intertwined, forming an impenetrable scroll of destiny, locking down each rune path beneath the Milky Way to prevent unauthorized entry.

The battle erupted instantly: sword energy surged like rainbows, thunder roared like lightning, talismans pierced the air, and various spells burst forth. Every charge was a struggle for a destined path; every defense was a reinforcement of future lessons. If anyone retreated even a single step, that path to the future might crumble. Only by firmly grasping the destiny of the future could one continue forward.

Amidst the smoke and fire, an elite disciple of the White Deer Sect suddenly felt a warmth in his chest. A golden talismanic light leaped from his primordial core and resided in his heart meridian. He clasped his hands together and softly uttered the incantation: "Fate is set, the path is clear." Instantly, a thousand-pound pressure burst through his chest, and visions of a future with a lifespan of a hundred years appeared one after another—the royal etiquette before a high throne, the supreme teachings of the highest beings in the interstellar law domain, and the new era's order after the fusion of heaven and earth. He clenched his fists, his resolve unwavering.

Meanwhile, cultivators from other factions also silently gained their own insights: a Jiuli Secret Sect mage comprehended the ultimate opportunity of "Returning to the Ultimate Soul Path" through ghostly whispers; a South Sea Flood Dragon General grasped the Flood Dragon Scale Talisman, knowing he could connect to the Star Sea and awaken the ancient sea dragon soul; a descendant of the Eastern Wilderness Demon Lord awakened demonic energy within him, discerning the resonance between the world-destroying demonic path and the rhythm of rebirth. Each one achieved their own goal, and each understood how they would succeed in the future—at this moment, no words were needed, for their hearts and destinies were already intertwined. Everyone understood: after arranging their own era, only by understanding what kind of self is worthy of this future, and only then can they truly reach the summit.

The battle raged for several moments, with the main temporal path of the Heavenly River Rune occupied by five main threads: the Starry Realm, the Primordial Holy Temple, the Netherworld Court, the Undersea Dragon Realm, and the Core of the Demonic Path. The Northern Desert Iron Cavalry occupied one thread, the Eastern Wilderness Demon Clan another, the Western Qi Nightwalkers yet another, the Southern Sea Flood Dragon Generals yet another, and the White Deer Sect and the Nine Li Secret Sect jointly controlled the central hub of the Holy War. These five main threads were like five lifelines, interconnected yet each leading to different futures.

Chen Xiu stood at the Central Law Enforcement Center, his gaze as steady as still water. He knew that he had chosen the ultimate law path on the main line of the "Primordial Holy Temple". He raised his palm and activated the Great Dao Pivot once more. The Primordial Law power that shone through the heavens and earth combined him and dozens of core disciples into an array, constructing a giant destiny sealing key array.

"The power of primordial chaos will seal away all interference, leaving only the most correct path!" he uttered. Guided by the will of those within the formation, the power of the River of Destiny poured down from the sky, merging into the primordial chaos formation. In a moment of explosive resonance, the laws governing the entire northern battlefield were shaken and reshaped. Although the five main paths of destiny were interconnected, each was sealed off and bound to the others—no one could arbitrarily traverse another's future, nor could anyone disrupt another's era.

Once the rune array was complete, the dust of the celestial river dissipated, and the legendary destiny was clearly defined. Everyone stepped into their respective main storylines, their figures vanishing in an instant. However, in this place, there were still illusory images manifesting in the air, flickering with each other—those were their future images, manifestations of their future forms.

The war continues, with only a few thousand experts remaining in the center of the battlefield. They now face a higher level of trial: how to manifest the future into reality after their respective destinies have been established; and how to leverage even higher points of destiny after determining their future.

Chen Xiu put away the Great Dao Pivot and faced the future image flashing in the illusory image, his expression solemn. He understood in his heart: this war had transcended life and death and borders, and had completely evolved into the ultimate question of "what is success?" Everyone already knew what their future would look like, and they were all using battle to verify whether that future was real and valid.

“Next,” he turned to the remaining people and said, “we will continue to delve into our respective main destiny paths and manifest the future into reality. Stars, Primordial Chaos, Netherworld, Sea Dragon, Demon Core… you and I have all firmly established ourselves at the starting point, and the path to victory will naturally emerge.”

He smiled slightly, his cold light cascading down his face, his voice like a choked sore throat: "No matter how deep the abyss or how treacherous the labyrinth ahead, as long as you recognize the 'self' who truly achieves this future, dare to bear the desires of the masses, and go with the flow, you will have nothing to fear. Because your success will become the source of desire for many more; your era will become an undeniable presence in the primordial future!"

As they embarked on their respective destinies, their fighting spirit surged even higher, and the challenges became even more immense. But they had already taken the most crucial step—understanding what kind of version of themselves could truly achieve their current future; comprehending that only by fully committing to their desires and the fight could they bring their destiny to life and write their own legendary chapters. (End of Chapter)