Everyone holds the Ten Thousand Souls Banner? In our great nation of Yanhuang, everyone is a demon c

Everyone understood that the outcome of this war would determine the future destiny of the primordial world.

"We must show everyone through our actions that success is upon us!" a soldier shouted, his voice stirring and inspiring his comrades.

The battle was far from over, but the morale of the troops remained high. Chen Xiu gradually penetrated deeper into the enemy lines, commanding his soldiers to advance step by step, suppressing the arrogance of the American army little by little. At this moment, he was like a primordial war god, his long sword wielding the purest fighting spirit in the world, driving the power of every qualified soldier to converge at a single point.

In the course of this long battle, everyone gradually realized that this success was not only the fruit of victory, but also their recognition of their own will and their responsibility for the future of the primordial world.

"A qualified human cultivator will surely break all shackles and usher in a new era that belongs to us!" Chen Xiu's voice boomed like thunder, inspiring all the warriors.

As the sun rises and sets, the battle continues, but the winds of change have shifted. The qualified warriors overcome all obstacles, steadily approaching final victory. The American army's power is crumbling, and signs of defeat are beginning to emerge.

This day will be etched in the most glorious chapter of primordial history. Every person who fought is a protagonist in this history; every victory represents their endless efforts and perseverance.

Chen Xiu stood in the center of the battlefield, gazing at the sky, sensing the aura of the future. He said softly, "The glory of success is enveloping every qualified fighter. The future will ultimately belong to us!"

The final chapter of this chaotic primordial era is quietly beginning. Qualified human cultivators are writing their own destinies with blood and fire. Every step forward is a solemn promise to the future; every battle is a fearless pursuit of success.

The vast sky shines even brighter because of them. Their era has begun.

The sky was as black as ink, the stars hidden, and a chilling aura enveloped the primordial land. Since the beginning of the primordial era, countless storms had raged and battles had raged, but this moment was the most crucial for all qualified human cultivators. Having endured countless wars and upheavals since the dawn of time, those who could stand between heaven and earth at this moment, controlling their own destiny, were all truly powerful. The burning flames within their hearts drove them to break through the barriers of time and space, shatter the shackles of darkness, and usher in their own glorious future.

Chen Xiu stood atop the Taichu Palace, his gaze piercing as he surveyed the vast land of the Nine Provinces. Clad in battle robes, his expression solemn, yet unable to conceal the profound resolve and courage in his eyes. This human warrior, having endured countless brutal battles, had become a beacon and a war god in the hearts of many. At this moment, his heart surged with emotion, understanding that this was the trial of the qualified, a crucial juncture for them, a turning point from uncertainty to glory.

"Fellow qualified individuals, from this day forward, this is the starting point of your journey to the pinnacle!" Chen Xiu's voice resounded, shaking heaven and earth. "The former losers are but temporary thorns; now, the arrogance and conceit of the American army will become the bloody path that paves our way forward! Let them see what true qualified combat power is!"

The American army, this self-proclaimed invincible legion, had triumphed in numerous battles, seemingly unstoppable. However, their pride had become their greatest weakness. Chen Xiu knew this battle was no small feat; only by utterly shattering the American military's spirit could true dignity and a future be won for humanity. The earth trembled, and the winds shifted dramatically. The human army surged like a tidal wave, vast and powerful, its momentum unstoppable. In the heart of every cultivator lay the same belief—success was not merely a triumphant song, but the ultimate expression of self-worth. The fate of the qualified was already sealed; the shadows of the defeated would only be dispelled by their brilliance.

—At the heart of the battlefield, Chen Xiu led his elite vanguard, his movements as swift as lightning, his spear a streak of light, piercing the first line of defense of the American army. The American banners fluttered in the wind, their generals' faces grim, yet they could not stop this overwhelming force of skilled warriors. Each thrust of the spear not only claimed the enemy's blood, but also shattered the very foundation of their arrogance.

Behind them, a thousand troops roared in unison, raising billowing dust. Countless qualified cultivators, led by Chen Xiu, unleashed their supernatural powers and secret techniques, causing the laws of heaven and earth to surge, wind and thunder to clash, transforming into the sharpest blades of slaughter. Those civilians who had been oppressed by the American army joined the battle, their hearts burning with faith and hope.

"Charge!" Chen Xiu commanded, and the soldiers, like tigers unleashed from their cages, surged forward with unstoppable force. The elite troops of the United States attempted a counterattack, but were firmly restrained by the "Yuan Shu Formation" set up by Chen Xiu. The formation contained the true meaning of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, and every inch of space was filled with destructive and suppressive power, making it difficult for the enemy to exert any strength.

"Your end is our future!" Chen Xiu roared, his figure flashing like a blue dragon soaring through the sky, his spear cleaving through the void and stirring up thunderous battle intent. The morale of the American army gradually collapsed, their command became chaotic, and in the ensuing panic, their formations crumbled, and they gradually fell into a passive position.

At that moment, Chen Xiu understood: success was not merely a military victory, but also a tempering of the inner strength of those who were qualified. The conviction of every soldier was like a raging fire in purgatory, burning themselves to illuminate the path ahead. The glory of those who were qualified was forged in blood and fire.

Time flew by, and the battle raged for several hours. The American army ultimately crumbled under the onslaught of the qualified cultivators. The earth was stained crimson, a tapestry of blood and glory. Chen Xiu raised his spear and shouted, "From this day forward, the qualified will rule the future of this primordial world! Anyone who dares to obstruct us will be annihilated!"

The soldiers responded with roars, their will solidified into an unyielding rock. They were driven by a sense of righteousness and shouldered a mission. Amidst the smoke of war, the brilliance of the qualified shone even brighter; they wrote their own chapter of success on the shattered battlefield.

—As the American army collapsed, cheers and shouts echoed across the desolate land. Chen Xiu and his warriors stood atop the ruins, gazing at the rising sun, knowing in their hearts that their era was slowly unfolding.

This is a victory of faith and strength, and the ultimate destination most desired by every qualified cultivator. The road ahead may be fraught with thorns, but with this moment of glory, they are fearless.

Chen Xiu gazed into the distance, his eyes as firm as steel: "The future of those who pass will be shaped by our own hands. The dawn of the primordial world will eventually light our way!"

The stars reappear, the primordial winds rise once more, and the legend of those who have passed the test has only just begun. (End of Chapter)