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The smoke of war had not yet cleared, the flames still raged, and beneath the blood-red sky, countless cultivators arrayed themselves against the heavens—at this moment, whether celestial venerables, underworld envoys, demonic powerhouses, or human heroes, all sensed, in an instant, the convergence of the "best solution for success." Everyone understood: only by deeply aligning their own destiny with the current battle situation could they truly achieve their future goals.

As dawn broke, the vast array stretched like a sea. The light of day slanted across the desolate battlefield, illuminating countless resolute faces: White Deer Sect disciples wielded Primordial Longswords, their blades covered in spiritual runes; the iron-blooded warriors of the Eastern Wilderness Demon Army shouldered Demon Bone Hammers, their surfaces wreathed in crimson flames; the Dragon General of the South Sea Dragon Court rode the waves, their roar like thunder; the Night Walkers of Xiqi rode ethereal lights, their hidden blades dripping blood; the Ghostly Mages of the Nine Li Secret Sect manipulated incantations, their ghostly flames like stars. Each warrior inhaled deeply the morning air, their inner Dao cores resonating with the array within. They understood: this time, their success or failure would determine the fate of the entire primordial world.

"Once you've settled into your own era, you can naturally achieve a different future!" Chen Xiu stood on the high platform, his dark blue armor gleaming in the morning light. He surveyed the surroundings, his voice booming: "Today's situation is the ultimate test for everyone: Can you accurately align your destiny with the overall battle situation? Can you transform your inner desires into a chilling killing intent that breaks through the battlefield? Only in this way can you truly achieve the future you are in now!"

As the words fell, the heavens and earth trembled slightly, and countless runes within the formation suddenly lit up, transforming into thousands of time-series rune chains, connecting the warriors' wills one by one. The Northern Desert Iron Cavalry took the lead, their iron hooves thundering through the swirling snow, each step landing on a time-series rune chain, fusing their bloodline with the rhythm of the battle formation. The knights chanted in unison: "The icy light of the river determines my destiny; iron hooves break the formation, I march into the future!" As the slogan was uttered, ice crystals cracked the ground, instantly forming a spacetime passage leading to the Northern Desert Secret Realm—there, the "Ice Profound True Essence" they had long sought, the key resource for their path to success.

At the same time, the South China Sea's Flood Dragons were awakened. The Flood Dragon Generals roared collectively, their thunderous roars echoing across the ocean's long river, pushing the tides to the desolate shore. They chanted in a low voice: "The surging tides and the power of the Flood Dragons propel my future; the starlight of the vast sea forges my great path!" In an instant, the rolling waves transformed into a star-like waterway, leading the Flood Dragon Generals straight to the abyss at the heart of the sea—the legendary "Source of the Dragon Soul," containing the essence of the Dragon Soul sufficient to elevate the Flood Dragon race to the realm of demigods. Fearless, the Flood Dragon Generals leaped into the starlight waterway, determined to transcend their own limits at this moment and achieve the most legendary position of Flood Dragon King among their race.

The Eastern Wilderness Demon Army and the Nine Li Secret Sect clashed on the edge of the battlefield. Demon warriors, tempered by bloodshed, forged their bodies into "Fiendish Blood Essence," its dark flames burning brightly. The Secret Sect's sorcerers, gathering soul power with incantations, cultivated "Ghostly Transformation," capable of summoning the souls of the dead. Both sides chanted across the void: "Blood forges me, shattering my future; Ghostly Transformation, leveraging destiny!" Between heaven and earth, blood, fire, and ghostly mist intertwined, forming a deep, dark path leading to the "Underworld of Yama" and the "Origin of the Demonic Path." The Demon Army and the Secret Sect, without prior agreement, stepped onto this dark path of battle, vowing to achieve their ultimate transformation on the edge of life and death.

The Xiqi Nightwalkers, relying on their "Shadow Escape Technique," took invisible steps, merging themselves into the dark currents of the void. They murmured softly, "Shadows enter the void, locking onto the future; shadowy blades sweep across, opening up the order of time!" One after another, night shadows emerged, weaving a hidden scroll leading to the "Starfall Ruins" and the "Shadow Domain." The Nightwalkers moved through it like ghosts, determined to fully awaken their long-dormant shadow techniques and become the most elusive blades on the battlefield.

The battle has now unfolded on five fronts: the Northern Desert cavalry has shattered the icy plains, the Southern Sea dragon tide has broken through the abyss, the Eastern Wilderness demon army and the Nine Li secret sect are testing each other, and the Western Qi night walkers have vanished into the void… Each elite force is rapidly establishing its own era at this very moment—they clearly know that the secret realm, the resource, and the opportunity are the key to their future success. Victory in this battle will allow them to step into a completely new realm.

At the heart of the battle formation, Chen Xiu focused his gaze on the vast sky—there, the Celestial Venerables of the Heavenly Court and the Messengers of the Underworld were simultaneously unleashing their ultimate techniques. The Heavenly Court used the "Heavenly Mandate Talisman" to summon the Star Key, attempting to borrow the power of the universe to rewrite the primordial laws; the Underworld used the "Netherworld Soul Scripture" to intimidate the fortunes of the mortal world, attempting to reverse the balance of life and death. They proclaimed in unison: "Heavenly Mandate bears witness, the future is gilded; the Netherworld is the guide, the souls of the dead are revealed!" The collapse of heaven and earth suddenly appeared—an ultimate battle that would question the paths between gods and demons, humans and ghosts, was about to erupt.

Chen Xiu's gaze was solemn, yet he remained calm and composed. He activated the "Heavenly Revelation Mark," using the Great Dao Pivot as its axis to gather the successful wills of cultivators from all directions within the battle formation, transforming them into an invisible curtain of destiny that directly confronted the two core formations of Heaven and Hell. On the curtain, the chants of billions of cultivators transformed into countless projections: the spears of iron cavalry, the furious breath of the dragon tide, the blood and fire of the demon army, the ghostly souls of the Netherworld Masters, the dark daggers of the Nightwalkers… These images intertwined within the curtain, converging into an unshakeable primordial force.

"The power behind the scenes is the ultimate manifestation of the will of all living beings!" Chen Xiu roared, his voice booming like thunder. He struck the crack in the air, where divine and demonic power converged, with a palm: "Let your destiny and the Netherworld witness the true power of 'the power of mortal success'!"

Golden light suddenly erupted from his palm, transforming into countless bolts of lightning that slashed towards the crack. In an instant, countless tiny branches appeared in the crack, like a spiderweb, but these were incinerated by the electric fire, and finally, with a deafening roar, the crack closed completely. The Heavenly Star Key had fallen, the Underworld Soul Scripture had turned to ash, and the divine and demonic order between heaven and earth was now irreversible. Joy and excitement ignited in the hearts of the masses—they knew that in this battle, they had firmly grasped the destiny of being "above gods and demons" in their own hands.

As the rift closed, golden light from the battle formation illuminated the heavens. Chen Xiu waved his sleeve, causing all cultivators to simultaneously recognize the "Path of the Final Time" within their hearts—a beam of light shot up from the depths of the battle formation, pointing directly beyond the Milky Way. That was the "New Era of the Primordial World" that carried their shared desires, where every cultivator who passed the trials could stand at the pinnacle of the Great Dao and define their own era.

"You can see—this is the best solution for success!" Chen Xiu's voice echoed, seemingly piercing through the void. "Only when everyone recognizes and settles into their own era at the same moment, and unites their individual desires with the will of the masses, can a true future be achieved! And we have already done it!"

On the battlefield, the crowd answered in unison: "The path to success lies in the will of the people!" This cry seemed to resonate throughout the nine heavens, echoing for millennia. In the center of the battle formation, the soaring light grew even more intense, transforming into a gate leading to the "New Era of the Primordial World." Countless cultivators took a step forward, only to be swallowed by the light, disappearing into the mortal world and the starry river, embarking on their own new chapters of destiny.

As the last figure to step through the portal vanished, the battlefield fell silent for a moment, leaving only the afterglow of the setting sun illuminating the broken walls and ruins. Chen Xiu retrieved his Yuan Shu, stood on the empty platform, his gaze as deep and unfathomable as the sea. He murmured to himself, "This breakthrough is our victory; this portal is our new era. No one knows what the future holds; but as long as we maintain our desire for success and our control over the times, we can turn every unknown into reality."

In the twilight, his figure receded into the distance, disappearing atop the precipice. On the broken cliff, tattered flags fluttered, stained with blood, yet the opening of that portal brought forth boundless vitality. In the years to come, the primordial land would witness a magnificent legend forged by the will of mortals—a land without fixed laws of gods and magic, only countless brave warriors, each with their own strength, writing their own chapter in history. (End of Chapter)