Secrets of the Scripture Repository

The Soaring Cloud Sword Sect's Scripture Repository was nestled deep within the clouds and mist. Ancient sword vines, thousands of years old, wrapped around the seven-story bronze tower, each leaf shimmering with a sharp Sword Intent. Chu Mo stood before the entrance, clutching his Outer Sect Disciple waist token. The broken sword at his waist vibrated softly – ever since absorbing the Fire Feather Eagle's Law of Flame yesterday, his Sword Body's sensitivity to Sword Intent had grown even sharper.

"Outer Sect Disciples are only permitted on the first three floors." The Scripture Pavilion Elder glanced at Chu Mo's waist token, his cloudy gaze suddenly fixating on the broken sword at his waist. His pupils constricted. "This sword... could it be from the Back Mountain Sword Tomb?"

Chu Mo's heart leaped, but his expression remained calm. "Elder, you jest. This junior is merely an ordinary disciple from the Ye Family." He deliberately suppressed his Chaos Aura, but the broken sword's vibration intensified. The Sword Intent on the sword vines outside actually began to converge towards him.

The Scripture Pavilion Elder frowned but ultimately said nothing more. Chu Mo stepped into the first floor, the overwhelming Sword Qi almost blinding him. Jade Slips were neatly arranged on bronze shelves, their labels indicating basic techniques like the Azure Mist Sword Art and the Three Forms of Blazing Sun, but there was no mention of "Chaos" or "Primordial Chaos."

"The third floor should have more profound sword arts." Chu Mo ascended the spiral staircase. With each floor he passed, the Sword Intent grew thicker. When he pushed open the wooden door to the third floor, countless Sword Shadows suddenly appeared before his eyes – these were the Sword Intent projections left by generations of sect disciples, the weakest of which had reached the Core Formation Realm.

"Seeking death!" A flash of sword light suddenly struck. Chu Mo instinctively swung his broken sword. The moment the Chaos Sword Qi collided with the Sword Shadow, the Jade Slips on the entire wall suddenly lit up. One of the Jade Slips exploded with a "bang," revealing incomplete ancient characters inside: Chaos first opened, sword divided Yin and Yang...

"Who's there!" The Scripture Pavilion Elder's voice came from downstairs. Chu Mo hurriedly picked up the Jade Slip fragments, but found that his broken sword was frantically absorbing the surrounding Sword Intent. The Sword Shadows on the third floor actually began to blur.

"Stop quickly!" The Scripture Pavilion Elder rushed upstairs, only to see Chu Mo surrounded by Seven-Colored Sword Qi, the seven types of Sword Intent he had just absorbed. He suddenly recalled the records in the sect's forbidden area: The Chaos Sword Body can swallow Ten Thousand Swords and fuse with laws, it is the Ultimate Sword Dao Physique.

"You are... the Chaos Sword Body?" The Elder's voice trembled, his hand resting on the sword hilt at his waist. "The sect has an order, the Chaos Sword Body must..."

"Elder!" Yun Che's voice came from downstairs. The girl burst in, holding a stack of Jade Slips. "Brother Chu Mo is helping me find cultivation methods to treat my Cold Poison..."

The Scripture Pavilion Elder's gaze swept between the two of them, finally landing on the Jade Pendant at Yun Che's waist. When he saw the Heaven Suppressing Seal Markings on the Jade Pendant, his pupils sharply contracted. "Heaven Suppressing Bloodline... You two..."

"Shh—" Yun Che suddenly pressed down on the Elder's hand, a pleading look in her eyes. "My mother once said, if I meet an Elder surnamed Chen in the Sword Sect, tell him 'The Sword Tomb Pact must ultimately be fulfilled'."

The Elder's body trembled, instantly aging ten years. He staggered back half a step, waving his hand to remove the Sword Intent barrier on the third floor. "Go, on the fourth floor, the third bookshelf from the left has the Primordial Chaos Sword Canon Remnant... But remember, you must leave before sunset."

Chu Mo and Yun Che exchanged a look and quickly rushed to the fourth floor. Sure enough, on a dusty bookshelf, they found an ancient scroll with a peeling cover. The first page was clearly drawn with the same Chaos Runes as the broken sword.

"The World Annihilation Scroll has a total of nine forms, you have currently comprehended the first three..." Yun Che whispered, her gaze falling on the annotations at the end of the scroll. "The World Creation Scroll requires emotion as a sacrifice, and the sacrificer needs the power of the Heaven Suppressing Bloodline..."

Sudden noisy footsteps came from downstairs. Just as Chu Mo was about to put away the ancient scroll, over a dozen figures burst into the fourth floor. Leading them was Xiao Yichen, followed by four Inner Disciples, each with a Mid-Grade Spirit Artifact hanging at their waist.

"What audacity for an Outer Sect Disciple, to dare trespass into the forbidden pavilion!" Xiao Yichen sneered, opening the folding fan in his hand. The landscape painting on the fan surface glowed faintly. "According to sect rules, anyone who trespasses onto the fourth floor shall have their cultivation crippled and be imprisoned in the Sword Prison."

Chu Mo stuffed the ancient scroll into Yun Che's arms, his broken sword already drawn. He could feel that the four people Xiao Yichen brought this time were all at the mid-stage Core Formation Realm, and combined with his Sound Sword Domain, it was likely a premeditated plan.

"Attack!" Xiao Yichen's jade flute emitted a soft sound, and space suddenly twisted. Countless illusions appeared before Chu Mo's eyes: the Ye Family's training ground, his mother's corpse, the scene of Yun Che falling off the cliff... Each image carried a bone-chilling Sword Intent, directly piercing his Sea of Consciousness.

"Illusion?" Chu Mo bit the tip of his tongue, and Chaos Sword Qi exploded in his Sea of Consciousness. The broken sword suddenly let out a clear cry, actually reflecting Xiao Yichen's sound wave Sword Intent back. The four Inner Disciples simultaneously clutched their heads and screamed tragically, blood flowing from their seven orifices.

"You..." Xiao Yichen was shocked to discover that his domain was completely ineffective against Chu Mo, and was even being partially swallowed by the Chaos Sword Body. Just as he was about to retreat, Chu Mo's broken sword was already pressed against his dantian.

"Brother Xiao, what is the meaning of this?" Yun Che timely took out the waist token given by the Scripture Pavilion Elder. "Elder Chen specially allowed us to search for scriptures. Can Inner Disciples arbitrarily frame Outer Disciples?"

Xiao Yichen's face turned pale and green. He saw the Scripture Pavilion Elder standing at the stairwell, looking at him with a warning gaze – that was the only remaining Soul Transformation Realm Elder in the Sword Sect, even his master had to show him respect.

"I will report today's matter to my master." Xiao Yichen flicked his sleeve and left, giving Chu Mo a deep look before leaving. In that gaze, besides hatred, there was a trace of almost imperceptible greed.

Late at night, Chu Mo cultivated the fourth form of the Primordial Sword Art in the bamboo forest. With each Sword Qi he unleashed from the broken sword, it would absorb the surrounding spiritual energy, leaving complex Chaos Runes on the ground. Yun Che sat on a stone stool, studying the remnant scroll they had brought from the Scripture Repository, and suddenly noticed the resonance between her Jade Pendant and the broken sword growing stronger.

"Brother Chu Mo, the remnant scroll says that the Chaos Sword Body and the Heaven Suppressing Bloodline are symbiotic and perish together." Yun Che looked up, worry flashing in her eyes. "Back then, your mother and my mother might have been because of this..."

Chu Mo's hand holding the sword paused. He remembered his mother's skeleton in the Sword Tomb and the Jade Pendant left by Yun Che's mother, and suddenly realized that the deaths of their two mothers might be related to the secret of the Source of the Myriad Realms – Chaos and Heaven Suppressing were originally the two poles at the beginning of heaven and earth, and they were the present carriers of these two poles.

"No matter what lies ahead, I will protect you." Chu Mo walked to Yun Che's side, his fingertip gently tracing the Heaven Suppressing mark on her brow. "Just like you protected me in the Sword Tomb back then."

Yun Che lowered her head, her face flushed. Suddenly, she heard a strange noise from deep within the bamboo forest. Dozens of dark figures surrounded them from all directions, each holding a blood-stained dagger, the symbol of the Blood Demon Sect – the Blood Lotus Dagger.

"Kill!" The black-clothed figure leading the group struck first. The Blood Demon Qi on his dagger actually condensed into a tangible lotus. Chu Mo's broken sword slashed horizontally, his Chaos Sword Qi directly shredding the blood lotus and cutting off the opponent's arm with undiminished force.

"The Chaos Sword Body is here, and you mere ants dare to come and die?" Chu Mo let out a clear shout, and Sword Qi erupted around him. The twelve Blood Demon Sect assassins were defeated one after another in the Chaos Sword Qi. They were terrified to discover that their Blood Demon Qi was being devoured by the opponent, and their wounds simply could not heal.

The last assassin knelt down and begged for mercy. Just as Chu Mo was about to question him, he saw him suddenly spray poisonous mist from his mouth and simultaneously lunge towards Yun Che.

"Be careful!" Chu Mo didn't have time to think and directly lunged towards Yun Che. The poisonous mist brushed past his shoulder, leaving a scorched mark, while his broken sword pierced the assassin's heart.

"Brother Chu Mo!" Yun Che hurriedly supported Chu Mo, the power of her Heaven Suppressing Bloodline surging into his body, rapidly healing his wounds. Their eyes met, and they could both feel the intense pounding of each other's hearts – not because of the battle, but because of the almost intimate embrace just now.

In the distance, Xiao Yichen stood on the mountaintop, watching the battle below, a cold smile playing on his lips. In his hand, he held a Jade Slip, clearly recording Chu Mo's discovery in the Scripture Repository: The Chaos Sword Body requires the Heaven Suppressing Bloodline as a guide to awaken its complete power...

"Heaven Suppressing Bloodline... Chaos Sword Body..." Xiao Yichen murmured softly. "Master was right, these two things are the key to opening the Primordial Sword Domain."

He looked towards the north, in the direction of the Profound Yellow Divine Dynasty. Legend has it that the Primordial Sword Domain contains the Source of the Myriad Realms, and only those who simultaneously possess the power of Chaos and Heaven Suppressing can enter.

"Chu Mo, Yun Che..." Xiao Yichen put away the Jade Slip, a sinister look flashing in his eyes. "Your path ends here."

The mountain wind swept through the bamboo forest. Chu Mo looked at Yun Che's worried eyes and suddenly smiled. He knew that the road ahead was dangerous, but as long as she was by his side, no matter how strong the enemy, no matter how deep the conspiracy, they were nothing but dust beneath his sword.

The broken sword shimmered faintly under the moonlight, the runes on its body glowing a little brighter. Chu Mo understood that the legend belonging to the Chaos Sword Sovereign was gradually unfolding its magnificent chapter with every battle and every realization. And he, with the belief and concern in his heart, would cut down all obstacles until he was revered throughout the Myriad Realms.