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Before dawn, the sky was already ablaze with the flames of war. The earth trembled, and black mist billowed from the cracks in the mountains and rivers. The once majestic ancient battlefield had become a battleground for heroes. Chen Xiu stood on the cloud-top battle platform, his hands forming hand seals, his gaze as cold as the stars. He took a deep breath of the morning breeze, surveyed the battlefield in all directions, and murmured:

"Only after acknowledging our actions can we bear the destiny we are given at this moment. Today, having already determined our futures, we must also fulfill our destiny in this life-or-death instant!"

Before the words were even finished, a murderous aura suddenly arose across the mountainside. On the Northern Wilderness, iron cavalry stirred up clouds of black sand, and hundreds of Northern Desert warriors, clad in armor, clashed with the demon wolf cavalry. Su Mo stood there, fully armored, holding an ice crystal spear, a cold smile playing on his lips: "Acknowledge my future, and you will be the overlord of the Northern Desert!" His gaze was like a knife; with a flick of his spear, countless cracks appeared on the ice spear, piercing through the demon soldiers one by one, instantly halting the wolf cavalry's offensive.

Meanwhile, in Dragon Bay of the South China Sea, the raging tide of dragons roared. Murong Lan led a hundred dragons out of the waves, the surging waves sounding like thunder from the heavens. He raised his dragon tooth scepter high, his voice echoing through the sea valley: "My future is a primordial hegemony that pierces the heavens!" In an instant, using the raging tide as a guide, he condensed the starlight from the heart of the sea into a giant stellar spear, pointing it straight at the sky, cleaving through the demon race's airships. The sea fell silent, and demon soldiers crashed into the sea, howling in agony.

Meanwhile, in the desolate hills of the Eight Desolations, Zhao Lingge, a disciple of the White Deer Sect, stood side by side with the Night Walkers of Xiqi. She unleashed the "Heavenly Dao Reincarnation Technique," transforming her aura into myriad Dao seals: "I know my future is that of the wielder of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth!" She raised her hand, her movements as turbulent as a galaxy, and combined her swords with Lin Xiaoyu of Dark Blade, instantly unleashing a stream of sword light that turned the invading demons into dust.

In the Nine Li Abyss, the ghost mage Zhaojun Yue stood on a blood-red shadow, condensing thousands of dead souls into a mirror image in her hand. She murmured, "My future is the only bridge between the underworld and the mortal world!" With a chant, the ghost mirror burst forth with blood-red light, rushing straight to the heart of the enemy formation, wiping out the army of dead souls of the underworld messengers and shattering their morale.

In all directions, war raged, with blood-stained rivers and scorched wastelands reflecting each other's grime. Yet, amidst this fierce struggle, where each side fought fiercely and refused to yield, a majestic and resolute voice descended from the heavens, resounding through the void—

"Today's battle, though fought by ten thousand men on their own paths, will ultimately converge on the same destiny. I, Chen, will use the secret techniques of the Great Array, accumulated over three hundred years, to connect the forces of the eight directions. From this moment forward, the future will be ours to plan together—gentlemen, do you dare to join me in stepping into our moment of great achievement?"

As he spoke, Chen Xiu raised his arm, and the sky behind him instantly split open with a gigantic rift, auspicious clouds like a sea, and countless golden rays of light poured down, transforming into a dazzling battle formation that united the spiritual consciousness and blood essence of the warriors from all directions. At that moment, everyone understood clearly: having already arranged their respective futures, today they would unite to crush the combined forces of the Demon Clan, the Heavenly Court, and the Underworld in one fell swoop.

Murong Lan, the dragon general of Longwan in the South China Sea, was the first to respond and advance. He transformed into a star-shaped spear, piercing straight to the center of the sky. Su Mo, the iron cavalry of the Northern Desert, shattered the ice plains and transformed into an ice Great Wall, firmly guarding the western route. The White Deer Sect and the Dark Blade of Xiqi joined forces, using a rain of swords to open up the Nanshan Pass. Zhaojun Yue of the Nine Li Netherworld stepped into the shadows and cut off the demonic tide on the eastern route. The five battle lines were like five giant pillars supporting the sky, steadily supporting the great array of heaven and earth.

The Celestial Venerables of the Heavenly Court, the Messengers of the Underworld, and the Demon Lord of the Demon Clan were all awestruck by this formation. The Celestial Court's three stars arranged themselves in an attempt to unleash the "Star Reversal" and "Heavenly Thunder Technique"; the Soul King of the Underworld summoned the "Netherworld Yin Thunder" and the "Soul Devouring Array"; and the Demon Lord even tried to break the formation with the "Chaotic Fire Sea" and the "Blood-Devouring Curse". However, Chen Xiu had already activated the "Fate Returning to Origin Method" in the center of the great formation, transforming the combined forces of the eight directions into an invisible celestial curtain, specifically targeting the reverse attacks of the three laws, and reflecting them back one by one.

The moment the stars reversed their course, they were absorbed by the celestial canopy, transforming into countless stardust that scattered across the land; the Netherworld Thunder, before it could even coalesce, had its curse seal severed by the Returning Origin Technique, turning into spinning yin fire; the Chaos Fire Sea was further divided into countless small whirlpools, drifting with the wind, turning into dust, devoid of any remaining power. "The power of the three forces is forged from the will of all living beings; today's defeat is precisely because you do not know that the gathering of mortal desires far surpasses the creation of heaven and earth!" Chen Xiu shouted loudly, his voice like a mountain collapsing, shaking the heavens.

As his words fell, the great formation trembled once more, and layers of golden time-series runes spread outward from the center, like a golden bridge stretching out in all directions, connecting directly to the depths of the battlefield. The dragon tide on the southern route was instantly restrained by the runes, unable to advance further; the ice cavalry on the western route were frozen by the time-series ice chains, unable to move; the same was true for the northern, eastern, and central routes. Wherever the allied forces of the three sides were located, they were covered by a grid of runes, losing the initiative.

"The future is decided; victory hinges on this!" Chen Xiu declared solemnly. He stepped onto the golden rune-inscribed path, leading the heroes forward. A devastating attack erupted simultaneously from all five battlefronts, its momentum overwhelming—

Southern dragons roared in unison, their roars echoing through the Milky Way; Northern riders neighed, their cries breaking through the ice for miles; Twin blades flashed swiftly, a rain of swords sweeping across the sky; Ghostly spirits murmured, and Netherworld fires raged on; Chen Xiu alone unleashed the dual power of the "Heavenly Revelation Mark" and the "Heaven and Earth Reversal Technique," transforming the entire battlefield into a grand epic, astonishing the world.

When the last remnant of darkness was dispelled, when the final demonic fire was extinguished, and when the Three-Way Heavenly Mandate Array was completely broken, the world finally returned to tranquility. Crimson dawn broke in the east, golden light cascading like a waterfall, but no longer of war and bloodshed, but of the glorious light of the united will of the people.

Chen Xiu withdrew his long incantation and gazed at the gradually clearing sky, his eyes broad and profound. He slowly spoke: "Everyone, having acknowledged your actions and accepted the mandate of heaven at this moment, you have already achieved the greatest success. From today onward, the primordial land will be centered on us, rewriting the future of the era—it belongs to you, and it belongs to me."

The crowd responded in unison, their voices rising like a tide: "Success may vary depending on individual plans, but only by joining forces at this moment can we secure our shared future!"

As the five battle formations slowly dissipated in the morning light, all the cultivators were in high spirits. The Northern Desert Iron Cavalry built an Ice Crystal Great Wall, vowing to guard the border; the South Sea Dragon Tide transformed into a Tidal Sacred Array, protecting the sea frontier; the White Deer Sect and the Western Qi Dark Blade joined forces to form the Nine Domains Alliance; the Nine Li Netherworld Masters built the Netherworld Soul Corridor to guard the Nether Abyss... Each returned to their place, yet all remembered today's victory: it was the firmest affirmation of their own future, and the deepest resonance with the fate of everyone.

Dawn broke, and the first rays of sunlight pierced through the clouds, illuminating the earth. Countless warriors looked up, their eyes filled with pride and hope—they knew that a new primordial era had begun, and everything would from this moment onward race towards a future they yearned for, a path paved with the footprints they themselves had left side by side at this very moment! (End of Chapter)