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The flames of war in the Western Wilderness gradually subsided, the dark clouds in the sky were slowly torn apart by the wind, and the sunlight shone on the ravaged land, illuminating a wasteland baptized by blood and fire. Chen Xiu stood on the highest peak of the Western Wilderness Plain, looking down at the human army standing in neat formation. His gaze traveled across the distant mountains and landed on the still-smoking ruins.

In the post-war Western Wilderness, there was no celebration of the victors, but rather the silence and awe of the survivors. Countless cultivators knelt on the battlefield, praying to the god of survival and bowing to Chen Xiu, their leader who had saved them. Feng Yan, Yan Wuhen, and Chu Shuang stood beside Chen Xiu, their faces solemn, gazing at the shattered enemy lines in the distance.

"Chen Xiu, in this battle, we have completely shattered the core forces of the Dark Tide." Feng Yan spoke, his tone filled with undisguised exhaustion and relief.

Chen Xiu slowly shook his head: "This is just the beginning. Although the Western Wilderness is at peace, the future of the Primordial World is far from truly calm. Those surviving enemies may retreat, but they will inevitably gather in the shadows and accumulate strength."

Yan Wuhen frowned, gripping his sword with both hands, his gaze as cold as ice: "The road ahead is extremely dangerous, but as long as you are here, we can overcome any danger."

Chu Shuang's voice was deep and firm: "Chen Xiu, if you decide to continue, we will stand with you. After the Western Wilderness, the reconstruction of the entire Primordial World will also need your strength."

Chen Xiu slowly turned around, his longsword gleaming golden in the sunlight, as if illuminating the path to the future. He took a deep breath and said softly, "Rebuilding the primordial world and securing the future of everyone—this is my true mission."

In his heart, the victory in the Western Wilderness was not the end, but the beginning of a new era. The destruction of the Dark Tide gave the human race a temporary respite, but the order of the primordial world was not yet fully established, and many cultivators were still searching for their own place and power.

Chen Xiu summoned the core cultivators of the Western Wilderness army and began assigning tasks for rebuilding the Primordial World. Feng Yan was in charge of restoring the Southern Volcanic Cluster, turning the war-ravaged lava veins into a sacred fiery land suitable for cultivation; Yan Wuhen led elite warriors to patrol the Northern Wilderness, eliminating remaining enemy forces and protecting the safety of human territory; Chu Shuang was in charge of the Eastern Frost Region, using the power of ice to seal off dangerous secret realms while establishing new cultivation formations to provide a stable place for Primordial World cultivators.

Chen Xiu personally went to the center of the Western Wilderness ruins. Standing on the fractured earth, he felt the lingering power of the primordial era. This power, once the most terrifying threat on the battlefield, had now become the cornerstone for him to reshape the primordial world.

Deep within the ruins, Chen Xiu discovered an ancient site, filled with the aura of a primordial wilderness. Within the ruins, ancient runes flickered faintly, as if whispering, recounting the earliest secrets of the primordial world. Chen Xiu reached out and touched the runes; instantly, a vast and boundless power surged into his body. He felt the very source of the primordial world, as if he could resonate with all things in heaven and earth.

“This is the core of the primordial world…” Chen Xiu murmured to himself, his eyes flashing with an unprecedented determination. “As long as I master this power, I can protect the human race and secure the future of every single person.”

Meanwhile, reconstruction efforts were in full swing throughout the Western Wilderness. Human cultivators not only cleared battlefields but also established new cultivation sanctuaries, set up protective formations and moats, and restored damaged resources and ley lines. Under Chen Xiu's unified command, the entire Western Wilderness presented an unprecedented level of order and vitality.

During the reconstruction process, Chen Xiu knew that the real test had only just begun. Although the primordial world had been ravaged by war, the remaining undercurrents, unknown ancient ruins, and lurking alien races with secret arts could all become future threats. He had to use his wisdom and strength to place humanity in absolute safety and prosperity.

One night, Chen Xiu stood alone on a high platform, gazing at the starry sky. The vast Milky Way seemed to tell the endless history of the primordial era. Feng Yan, Yan Wuhen, and Chu Shuang came to his side.

"Chen Xiu, what are you thinking about?" Feng Yan asked softly.

Chen Xiu did not answer immediately. He looked up at the sky and said, "The future is still long. The Western Wilderness is just the beginning. The Southern Wilderness, the Northern Wilderness, the Eastern Wilderness... the entire Primordial Continent needs to be rebuilt and protected. The future of every cultivator must be settled, otherwise the Primordial World will never have peace."

Yan Wuhen gripped his longsword tightly: "No matter how treacherous the road ahead, we will follow you. The future of the primordial world is in your hands."

Chu Shuang nodded gently: "Chen Xiu, no matter how many enemies we face, we will not back down. We will rebuild the Primordial World together." Chen Xiu's eyes were resolute, his longsword gleaming with golden light, pointing towards the distant sky: "Then, let us begin. The new era of the Primordial World will be led by me, Chen Xiu, and written by the human race!"

From then on, the Western Wilderness became the core of humanity's reconstruction, and Chen Xiu began his new mission as the guardian of the primordial wilderness. Ancient primordial runes were reactivated, the five elements of the earth's veins began to operate again, and humanity's power and order gradually stabilized. However, in the unknown shadows of the distance, the remaining forces of the undercurrents were quietly gathering, preparing to make a comeback.

Chen Xiu stood atop the Western Wilderness, feeling the flow of primordial power. His sword light resonated with the earth, and every breath he took was in sync with the vastness of heaven and earth. The challenges of the future still awaited him, but he knew that no matter how many storms and dangers lay ahead, the future of humanity would surely be restored to its former glory under his leadership.

The morning light of the Western Wilderness pierced through the thin mist, illuminating the smooth, sacred cultivation grounds, the air filled with the fragrance of earth and spiritual energy. Chen Xiu stood on the high platform of the Western Wilderness, his gaze piercing, overlooking the continent that was gradually regaining its vitality. Behind him, Feng Yan, Yan Wuhen, and Chu Shuang stood like shadows, ready to deal with any potential threat.

However, beneath the calm surface, the remnants of the Dark Tide are quietly stirring on the outskirts of the Western Wilderness. Those alien cultivators, mages, and creatures infected by the Dark Tide who were defeated in the war are secretly gathering. They hide in deep valleys, ruins, and secret realms, waiting for the most opportune moment to launch a counterattack.

Deep within the frigid eastern region of the Western Wilderness, a cold and twisted spiritual energy suddenly rose, its runes flashing as if summoning an unknown being. A figure slowly emerged—the leader of the Dark Tide Clan, named "Xuan Mo." His entire body was as black as the underworld, and his eyes gleamed with a cold red light.

"Chen Xiu... Do you think you can rest easy after destroying the core of my Dark Tide?" Xuan Mo's deep voice echoed in the wind, each word carrying a destructive pressure.

The reconstruction of the Western Wilderness is in full swing. Feng Yan is in charge of the restoration of the volcanoes in the southern border, refining the fiery veins and integrating the broken lava mountains into a new sacred place for cultivation; Yan Wuhen is inspecting the northern wasteland, clearing out the remaining enemy forces and setting up protective formations; Chu Shuang is opening up the Frozen Secret Realm in the Eastern Cold Region, providing a sacred place with stable spiritual energy for cultivators.

However, lurking beneath the surface of these remnants of the undercurrent, every cultivator faces unknown dangers. During several explorations of the secret realm, the cultivators discovered that the infected creatures were extremely well-hidden, attacked with incredible speed, and possessed exceptionally powerful spiritual energy. Chen Xiu realized that this round of trials was not only a test of strength but also a challenge to wisdom and strategy.

One night, Chen Xiu sat in meditation on the altar in the center of the Western Wilderness, his primordial power resonating with the heavens and earth. He sensed an anomaly: the remnants of the Dark Tide were attempting to break through the defensive formation, intending to create chaos during the reconstruction of the primordial world. He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze piercing through the starry sky, pointing directly at the lurking threat in the distance.

"Remnants of the Dark Tide... You cannot rise again under my nose, Chen Xiu." He murmured softly, his voice filled with unwavering determination.

Chen Xiu decided to take the initiative. He assembled the strongest cultivators in the Western Wilderness—Feng Yan, Yan Wuhen, and Chu Shuang—along with twenty top warriors, forming the "Vanguard Guard." They embarked on their journey, venturing deep into the lurking undercurrents. With each step they took into the depths of the wasteland, the chilling atmosphere and the aura of death intensified, as if the entire world was shrouded in a suppressive force.

"Chen Xiu, let's get ready." Yan Wuhen gripped his longsword tightly, its cold light flashing, his fighting spirit surging.

Feng Yan clenched his fists, flames burning between them: "This time, we must completely wipe out the remnants of the Dark Tide!"

Holding an ice crystal spear, Chu Shuang exuded a chilling aura that pierced the very soul: "No matter how many shadows there are, we must protect the order of the primordial world!"

Deep within the abyss where the Dark Tide lurked, Xuan Mo led the remaining cultivators and activated an ancient forbidden technique. A violent storm of spiritual energy swept across the entire valley, seemingly tearing the heavens and earth apart. Chen Xiu led the vanguard guards into the eye of the storm, where the power of heaven and earth clashed violently with the Dark Tide forbidden technique, the roar like thunder rolling across the wasteland.

Chen Xiu swung his sword forward, each strike drawing upon the power of heaven and earth; golden light pierced the air, shattering the Dark Tide Barrier. His figure flashed like divine light, pointing directly at the location of Xuan Mo. (End of Chapter)