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Amidst the raging flames of war and billowing dust, time itself seemed to freeze in that moment. On the primordial land, the qualified cultivators of the human race were forging ahead with unwavering resolve, realizing their grand ambitions. Their gazes were as resolute as a cold blade, their steps as steady as iron nails, determined to firmly grasp this war-torn land in their own hands. Chen Xiu, as their leader and core member, was leading them on the path to success with his unparalleled wisdom and strength.

"A qualified person, regardless of their past, must, from this moment on, completely achieve their own goal!" Chen Xiu stood on the towering ancient battle platform, clad in bronze armor, his face solemn, his voice resounding like a great bell between heaven and earth, "Whether it is the test of blood and fire or the tempering of the soul, they are merely stepping stones on the road to success. At this moment, the true victor will rise from the ruins and build their own era!"

The cultivators responded in unison, their voices rising like a surging tide, shaking heaven and earth. Every gaze burned with an indomitable will, every heart etched with the determination to succeed. It was this determination that propelled them into their optimal state of success, allowing them to usher in their own glorious moment.

Meanwhile, on the distant battlefield, the American army—once a powerful and arrogant force—was teetering on the brink of collapse. Their proud banners were shattered in the flames of war, and their once impeccable tactical system crumbled due to Chen Xiu's meticulously planned attack. The qualified human cultivators stepped forward, unstoppable like tigers descending a mountain.

Chen Xiu swung his sword, a sound like thunder, and his command echoed: "Attack! Let all the so-called losers understand that only the qualified can dominate the future of this primordial world!"

As the command fell, the soldiers charged onto the battlefield like birds released from their cages. Their figures were ethereal, their magical power surging, as if gods had descended to earth. Wind, thunder, fire, and lightning, with overwhelming force, enveloped each warrior, forming an indestructible armor. The once invincible American army, under the relentless onslaught, suffered a crushing defeat, their morale plummeting.

On the battlefield, Chen Xiu personally slew several enemy generals. His sword flashed like a rainbow, unleashing countless fiery runes that ignited the enemy's hopes. His eyes, sharp as an eagle's, discerned every flaw, leading his warriors in a precise encirclement and attack. It was a victory for the qualified, a victory of their will.

At the same time, cultivators from all walks of life displayed their ultimate power. The Flame Wind Envoy of the Fire Spirit Sect transformed a ball of flame into a giant dragon, devouring the enemy formation; the Frost Guardian of the Profound Ice Valley condensed an ice crystal barrier, blocking the enemy's retreat; the Thunder Envoy of Thunder Peak traversed the battlefield with lightning speed, severing the opponent's formation... This burst of power plunged the American army into an unprecedented predicament.

"This is our era!" a young cultivator shouted, his eyes gleaming with victory. "This is a victory for the qualified!"

In this clash of blood and fire, the glory of victory shines upon every fighter who stands on Chen Xiu's side. Their figures, like stars, illuminate this battlefield, paving a bright path to the future.

As the battle progressed, the American army gradually crumbled. The defeated troops fled, their battle flags falling to the ground, their remaining strength crushed one by one by Chen Xiu and the qualified cultivators. The horns of victory sounded, shaking the entire primordial land.

Chen Xiu stood in the center of the battlefield, his gaze deep and resolute. He knew this was not merely a victory in battle, but a victory for an era. He and his soldiers had demonstrated through their actions what true success was, and what a glorious future belonged to the qualified.

"The future will ultimately belong to every qualified cultivator!" he whispered, his voice filled with boundless conviction. At this moment, the smoke of war gradually dissipated, the light of success enveloped the heavens and earth, and the future of the primordial world quietly blossomed with its most brilliant light in the hands of the qualified cultivators.

Between heaven and earth, the stars dimmed, and the primordial land trembled violently. Qualified cultivators, like the brightest sparks before dawn, burned with their beliefs and power, converging from all directions to wage an unprecedented decisive battle. Chen Xiu, as the leader of this primordial catastrophe, stood atop the battlefield, his gaze piercing, his heart unwavering—"From this moment on, every qualified human cultivator shall become the master of this era, thoroughly achieving their own purpose."

The dawn light pierced through the gaps in the battle clouds, casting its glow upon the ravaged battlefield. The wind carried the stench of blood and dust, yet the hearts of the warriors had never been so clear. At this moment, the figures of the many qualified warriors stood out starkly amidst the chaos, their hearts filled with unwavering faith and fearlessness.

A fierce wind swept through the forest as Chen Xiu, clad in a deep blue battle robe, carried the purest fighting spirit of the world. His eyes were resolute and profound, his longsword gleaming with a chilling blue light. His voice resounded throughout the universe: "Qualified ones, from this moment on, we will make everyone understand what true success is! No matter how powerful our opponents, as long as we remain steadfast, we can achieve our own glory!"

At the same time, cultivators from all races responded, their fiery roars resounding throughout the heavens and earth—this was the battle song of the qualified, their endless yearning and dedication to the future.

The American army, arrogant and conceited, is known for its iron will and ruthlessness. This time, they invaded human territory like tigers, attempting to disrupt the order of the primordial world. However, their very first steps were met with the sharp blades of Chen Xiu's army.

"This time, your arrogance is destined to turn to ashes!" Chen Xiu coldly ordered. With his voice, dozens of warriors descended from the sky like divine soldiers, their fighting spirit soaring. Each figure shone with divine light, all being qualified cultivators who had undergone rigorous training.

The American army met them head-on, but was quickly suppressed. Chen Xiu's warriors moved swiftly and coordinated perfectly, cutting off the enemy's vanguard with lightning speed and disrupting their formation. Steel and spiritual energy intertwined, and amidst the flashing blades, the dawn of victory gradually enveloped the battlefield.

"The success of those who passed was no accident!" Chen Xiu thought to himself. He knew that this victory was not only a victory in war, but also a symbol of their spirit and will. Every drop of sweat, every struggle, had condensed into this most authentic achievement.

On the battlefield, Chen Xiu's soldiers gradually formed an encirclement, forcing back the remnants of the American army one by one. They used not only strength but also wisdom to seize the enemy's weaknesses and launch a fatal blow. (End of Chapter)