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The clouds of war have not yet dispersed, and the flames of battle still rage. The crimson afterglow of the setting sun illuminates countless raised battle flags and blades. At this moment, everyone is clear about their fate. Thousands of human cultivators and numerous allies have already made their final decisions on the battlefield—the path to the future has taken shape in countless minds, transforming into the optimal action strategy, awaiting a command to become a sharp sword to break through the enemy lines.

At the summit of the icy peaks of the Northern Desert, Xiao Yunhan led his elite cavalry, having already shattered the frozen earth and charged into layers of snow walls. The "Icebound Heavenly Extreme Spear" swayed in his hand, its tip pointing straight to the sky. Ten thousand riders followed, their minds united: if they could seize the "True Essence of Extreme Cold," the heart of the Northern Desert, in this battle, they would firmly establish themselves as the overlords of the icy plains. As the spear flashed, ice shards shattered, like countless stars falling onto the battlefield, severing the previously lingering ice beasts and clearing the path unimpeded.

In the desolate eastern wilderness, the elite demons stood in formation, ready to fight, but were disturbed by the roars of dragons piercing the air. The vanguard of the South Sea Flood Dragons had already assembled on the shore, surging forth with overwhelming force. Flood Dragon General Murong Lan raised his "Dragon Roar Staff," its tip scattering stars like rain, commanding the torrent. The roar of the tide was like drums, the giant waves like blades, trapping the Eastern Wilderness demon army in mid-air. In an instant, the demon soldiers cried out, and in a daze, they saw the Flood Dragon General's figure transform into a monstrous wave, tearing through the void, heading straight for the "Demon Flame Core." That heart, sealed with ancient demonic power, was now guided by the future controlled by the Flood Dragons, awaiting its release.

In the shadows of Xiqi's Night Forest, assassins silently gathered. Lin Xiaoyu and the Nightblade Guards' long-planned "Dark Moon Ambush" was about to launch. Moonlight cast shadows on the dense forest path, her dagger reflecting a dark red, cold light. Once they broke through the "Flowing Light Sentinel Formation," they could strike directly at the heart of the "Starfall Ancient Stele" and seize the lost "Shadow Heart Sutra." Shadow clones bloomed behind her, their wolf-fang-like aura coalescing into a net, waiting to bind any who dared to infiltrate, turning any who dared to spy into prisoners of war.

In the depths of the Nine Li Abyss, Zhaojun Yue and the Ghostly Mage had been cultivating within the "Netherworld Mirror Array" for many days. Outside the array, the souls of the dead murmured, their incantations weaving like spider silk. They awaited only the soft hum of a talisman to pry open the gates of the underworld and bring the "Source of Souls" to the mortal realm. Zhaojun Yue drew fire with her palm, the radiance of the underworld converging in the mirror. Her target was that deepest place of despair and rebirth in the world—there, once the Source of Souls was infused, one could sever the bonds of life and death and master countless ghostly paths.

Meanwhile, the allied forces of Heaven and the Underworld suffered heavy losses on all sides. Chen Xiu, using the "Great Dao Pivot" as its core, gathered the wills of billions of cultivators into an invisible net, covering every battlefield. Heavenly soldiers wielded radiant halberds, only to be forcibly drawn into the Pivot's grid, becoming supporting nodes; Underworld messengers brandished the Styx Scythe, only to see its shadow reverse, shattering within the surging temporal currents of the grid. All of this was because each individual had completed their own arrangements for their future, becoming a crucial node in this vast web of destiny.

"A qualified cultivator will never let fate control them!" Chen Xiu stood atop the rift valley, his green robes fluttering, his voice like a cannon booming: "At this moment, your goal is clear, your path is set. Follow my command, launch a unified attack, cut off all obstacles, and usher in your glorious future!"

The voices, like the cry of a phoenix, resounded and shook the heavens. The iron cavalry of the Northern Desert surged like a tidal wave, the roaring dragon tide churned the sandy shores, shadow assassins darted through the forests, and the mournful songs of ghosts echoed from the abyss. Every unit, every cultivator, completed their respective tasks methodically in the first instance: seizing the "True Essence of Extreme Cold," sealing the "Original Core of Demonic Flame," stealing the "Shadow Heart Sutra," and guiding the "Source of Souls"... From north to south, from east to west, countless key coordinates were being breached with lightning speed.

The volcanic cave containing the Crimson Flame Core was of utmost importance. Previously, the Crimson Flame Core had been surrounded by countless demons and celestial soldiers, and no one dared to approach it easily. However, with the support of Chen Xiu's core Iron-Blooded Vanguard and the Flood Dragon Tide, the seal outside the cave shook like a war drum, and finally collapsed completely at the moment when the sea of ​​fire and frost met. Xiao Yunhan and Murong Lan were the first to charge in, followed closely by Lin Xiaoyu and Zhaojun Yue. The four elite forces combined their strength, transforming into four streams of elemental divine energy that pierced straight into the center of the cave, retrieving the Crimson Flame Core in one fell swoop.

At that moment, heaven and earth fell silent, the sky losing its color. The Crimson Flame Core hovered in mid-air, like a burning star, releasing a dazzling, prairie-like light. Chen Xiu lightly stepped onto the platform, walked to the core, and the Yuan Pivot in his palm suddenly shone, resonating with the Crimson Flame Core. It was a perfect harmony of innate and acquired, yin and yang and the five elements, destiny and action. All the cultivators present were shaken to their core, as if witnessing a new star fall in the night sky, only to be miraculously brought back to life.

"This is your future!" Chen Xiu's voice was deep yet resolute. "Put aside hesitation and fear. All the cultivation and beliefs you have accumulated over the years will be realized at this moment. A sound action plan is already set in stone; only by being of one mind with me and resonating with this spark can you reach the peak and achieve the ultimate moment you have imagined!"

Immediately, he grasped the Great Dao Pivot in his left hand and placed the Crimson Flame Sky Core in his right palm. The two cores resonated with each other, transforming into a curtain of light that stretched across the sky, illuminating the mountains and rivers of the Nine Provinces. That curtain of light was like a torrent of time and space, sweeping over the earth, living beings, and stars, transforming all desires for the future into the most unwavering will, and infusing it into the bones and blood of every human cultivator.

Under that luminous curtain, all cultivators who had not yet stepped onto the front lines, no matter where they were, seemed to be awakened. In the sect valleys a thousand miles away, disciples clasped their hands together, calmed their minds, and silently recited "The future is set," before rushing out of the mountain gates to embark on their respective trials. Reclusive masters outside the seventy-two grotto-heavens also set aside their compassionate healers, wielding immortal artifacts and stepping into the battle to aid in the unification of humanity. Many rogue cultivators and wanderers, looking at the luminous curtain in the night sky, had an unprecedented determination in their eyes, throwing themselves into this "predestined fate" war, vowing to create a more brilliant new era for themselves.

The flames of war gradually subsided, but the dust had not yet settled. As the last ray of light faded into the night sky, everyone focused, their eyes filled with the deepest certainty for the future. On the icy peaks of the Northern Desert, Xiao Yunhan's iron cavalry, facing the dawn, were forming an array to seal the "True Essence of Extreme Cold" as king; in the waves of the South Sea, Murong Lan's dragon general was forging new dragon-scale armor for him; in the Shadow Forest of Xiqi, Lin Xiaoyu had mastered the "Shadow Heart Technique" to perfection; in the depths of the Nine Li Abyss, Zhaojun Yue's ghostly soul had become the foundation for her rebirth. As for Chen Xiu, he looked up at the stars, a faint smile playing on his lips:

"From this day forward, humanity and qualified cultivators will join hands to write a new chapter in the primordial era. Is success or failure predetermined? No, it is the magnificent future that countless heroes have arranged for themselves through their will and actions. The road ahead is long, but as long as we all hold fast to our beliefs at this moment—that will be the most dazzling spark in the world, enough to illuminate thousands of ages!" (End of Chapter)