Primordial Secret Realm

The sound of Mirror Memory City collapsing was like the heavens and earth shattering. The instant Chu Mo was thrown back by the shockwave, the Chaos Sword instinctively formed a protective shield in his palm. Prism fragments rained down on the light shield, each one reflecting his slightly pale face. In those reflections, some held a blood-stained Broken Sword, some knelt before the First Generation Sword Master's coffin, and some... had the vertical pupils of a Demon God flashing in their eyes.

"Chu Mo!" Yun Che's cry pierced through the Chaos. He suddenly woke up, finding himself falling into a shimmering sea of mist. His childhood friend's hand reached through the light shield, gripping his wrist tightly. The warmth from her fingertips reassured him, but as he touched the calluses on her palm, his heart suddenly ached – those were the marks left by years of sword practice, overlapping with the scene of them practicing swords together behind the Ye Family's mountain in his memory.

"Where's Mirror Abyss?" Chu Mo asked hoarsely, searching the mist sea with his gaze. Yun Che shook her head, broken prism shards still clinging to her hair. "The energy storm swept him away... and Su Hanxue." Her voice paused, a complex emotion flashing in her beautiful eyes. "Just now in the mirror image, I saw... I saw a different ending for you in the Ye Family's forbidden area."

The mist sea suddenly trembled violently, and a giant bronze gate emerged from the void. The gate panels were covered in runes identical to those on the Chaos Sword, and three ancient characters on the lintel slowly lit up: Primordial Chaos Realm. Chu Mo's grip on Yun Che's hand tightened. He recognized this as the "Sword Master Trial Ground" recorded in the fragmented Primordial Sword Art, but he never expected it to appear when Mirror Memory City collapsed.

"Go in!" He didn't have time to explain, pulling Yun Che towards the giant gate. Just as their fingertips touched the gate panel, the Demon God's roar came from the depths of the mist sea, and countless black tentacles pierced through the mist layer, attacking them. The Chaos Sword automatically unsheathed, unleashing twelve streams of Sword Qi in front of the giant gate. Each stream resonated with the runes on the gate, forming a golden light shield.

The moment the giant gate opened with a boom, Chu Mo felt his soul being violently pulled in. When he opened his eyes again, he was in a starry sky filled with countless floating Sword Tombs. Thousands of ancient swords drifted in the starry sky, each one wrapped in the power of different laws – Karma Fire that burned for ten thousand years flickered on a flame sword blade, never-melting profound ice condensed on a frost sword sheath, and Annihilation lightning surged along a lightning sword body.

"This is... the First Generation Sword Master's Sword Domain?" Yun Che's voice held reverence. Chu Mo didn't answer, his gaze drawn to the bronze altar in the center. Half a page glowing with golden light floated on the altar – it was the missing upper volume of the Primordial Sword Art! And below the altar, a corpse wearing tattered sword armor lay quietly. The wound on its chest was exactly the same as where he had stabbed himself in the heart in Mirror Memory City.

"Be careful!" Yun Che suddenly tackled him to the ground. A crimson sword light grazed his hair, shattering a Sword Tomb in the distance. Chu Mo looked up and saw Su Hanxue standing on a giant sword burning with Karma Fire. Her white clothes were stained red with blood, her veil completely gone, and the Demon God totem on her forehead was now faintly resonating with the altar runes. "Chu Mo, you think opening the Primordial Chaos Realm will give you answers?" Her voice was no longer cold, but filled with maniacal laughter. "The First Generation Sword Master has been dead for a long time. What he left behind is just a cage to trap all Chaos Sword Body inheritors!" Saying this, she raised her hand and summoned more than ten ancient swords. The power of the laws on the swords surged wildly, forming a hideous Demon God phantom behind her.

Yun Che gripped the soft sword in her hand but suddenly staggered and knelt on one knee. Chu Mo was startled, realizing her aura was rapidly draining away. Only then did he remember that in Mirror Memory City, she had been severely injured while blocking Mirror Abyss's attack to protect him.

"You go first!" Yun Che gritted her teeth and looked up, tears welling in her eyes. "Go get the upper volume of the sword art, I can hold on!"

Chu Mo's fingernails dug deep into his palms. The fragmented page on the altar was calling to him, and a fragment of the same material as the Chaos Sword was faintly visible in the chest of the bronze corpse behind him. And Su Hanxue's Demon God phantom had already raised the giant sword burning with Karma Fire. Wherever the sword wind passed, the Sword Tombs in the starry sky disintegrated.

Choose the sword art, or choose Yun Che? This thought was like a heavy hammer striking his heart. The power of the Chaos Sword Body boiled within him, the contents of the fragmented Primordial Sword Art surged in his Sea of Consciousness. He suddenly remembered what Mirror Abyss had said before he dissipated: "Chaos and the mirror image are originally one" – perhaps, there was no need to choose at all!

"Yun Che, grab my hand!" Chu Mo suddenly turned and plunged the Chaos Sword into the altar. Golden blood flowed down the blade into the altar. The fragment in the bronze corpse's chest resonated, actually slowly merging into his Chaos Sword Body. At the same time, Su Hanxue's giant sword had already struck down above his head, the roar of the Demon God phantom making his eardrums ache.

When Chu Mo opened his eyes again, he found himself standing in the bamboo forest behind the Ye Family's mountain. His childhood friend, Yun Che, was squatting by the stream, washing her sword. Hearing the movement, she looked up, her eyes holding his familiar cunningness. "Chu Mo, are you secretly practicing swords again this late?"

No, this is an illusion! Chu Mo gripped the sword hilt. The runes on the Chaos Sword suddenly lit up, and the bamboo forest instantly disintegrated, revealing the collapsing starry sky in the Primordial Chaos Realm. He saw his hand passing through Yun Che's body, while the real Yun Che was still kneeling beside the altar, blood dripping from the corner of her mouth.

"So that's it... The Primordial Chaos Realm trial tests the Dao Heart." Chu Mo murmured to himself. The Chaos Sword suddenly erupted with a light exceeding anything before. He turned to face Su Hanxue. At this moment, there was no longer any confusion in his eyes, only a light as resolute as a sword. "No matter what conspiracy the First Generation Sword Master had, no matter if this is a cage or not – my Dao is determined by myself!"

Before his voice fell, all the ancient swords in the starry sky suddenly turned, their blades pointing directly at Su Hanxue. Chu Mo raised his hand and clenched it. The Chaos Sword resonated with the fragmented page on the altar, condensing a Chaos Sword phantom behind him that was even taller than the Demon God phantom. The moment the sword phantom swung its sword, the entire Primordial Chaos Realm trembled. Su Hanxue's Demon God phantom shattered like paper, and she herself was sent flying, coughing up blood.

"You... you can actually control the First Generation Sword Master's Sword Domain..." Su Hanxue looked at him in disbelief, fear finally flashing in her eyes.

Chu Mo ignored her and quickly walked to Yun Che's side, gently picking her up. When his fingertips touched her brow, Chaos Power surged into her body, and those fatal injuries healed at a visible speed.

"Chu Mo, look!" Yun Che suddenly pointed towards the altar. Chu Mo looked up and saw the fragmented page on the altar slowly merging into his Chaos Sword, while the bronze corpse had now turned to dust, dissipating with the wind. In the place where the corpse disappeared, a new line of runes appeared: Chaos Sword Body, born against fate, sever all illusions, the sword settles the universe.

The starry sky of the Primordial Chaos Realm began to collapse. Chu Mo knew they had to leave here. He held Yun Che and walked towards the closing bronze giant gate. Su Hanxue's figure gradually blurred behind them. Just as they were about to step out of the Primordial Chaos Realm, Chu Mo suddenly heard a familiar voice echo in his Sea of Consciousness: "Little fellow, congratulations on passing the trial. Next, go to the Divine Realm. There... you have your true opponents."

That voice was exactly the same as the clone in the First Generation Sword Master's coffin! Chu Mo's heart tightened, but he didn't have time to think carefully before being swept into a new spatial turbulence. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself standing on a strange continent. Nine giant floating islands drifted in the sky, each emitting powerful energy fluctuations – that was the Divine Realm, the pinnacle existence of the Myriad Realms.

"Chu Mo, we... succeeded?" Yun Che's voice held the joy of surviving a catastrophe.

Chu Mo nodded, looking at the Divine Realm floating islands in the distance, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes. The conspiracy of Mirror Memory City, the trial of the Primordial Chaos Realm, the message from the First Generation Sword Master – all of it indicated that greater challenges awaited him ahead. But at this moment, he held the Chaos Sword in his hand, his childhood friend in his arms, and there was no longer any fear in his heart.

"Let's go, Yun Che." Chu Mo said softly. "Our path has just begun."

Before his voice fell, a loud bang suddenly came from the sky. One of the floating islands trembled violently, and countless powerful auras rose from it. Chu Mo looked up and saw a figure in black armor at the top of the floating island, looking down at them, cold killing intent flashing in its eyes.

A new storm was about to erupt in the Divine Realm. And Chu Mo, with his Chaos Sword, would cut through all obstacles and embark on his path to becoming a Sword Sovereign.