Primordial Chaos Shocking Change

The bells of the Hong Meng Hall were like ancient war drums, each toll shaking Chu Mo's spiritual platform. The twelve Divine Lords slowly spread out. The sealing runes on their armor resonated with the Chaos Sword, outlining in the void the tragic scene when the First Generation Sword Master sealed the Demon God. The Demon God's core floating within the hall was like a beating, dark purple heart, its surface covered in cracks. The demonic energy overflowing from it transformed into countless hideous faces, shrieking.

"Thirty thousand years... we finally waited for the moment the Chaos Sword Body truly awakened," the future Chu Mo said, raising his hand. A golden chain flew from his sleeve, wrapping around the Demon God's core. "But wanting to completely destroy it? Easier said than done." The sword scar below his left eye glowed faintly, each line like a scar etched into space and time.

Before his words finished, a roar suddenly came from outside the hall. The entire Ninth Divine Region trembled violently, and the floating islands began to rearrange, forming a massive star chart. Chu Mo's Chaos Sword vibrated wildly. The star chart patterns on the sword echoed the external star chart, and it actually flew up on its own, suspending itself above the Demon God's core. He felt countless fragments of memory flood into his mind – scenes from the battle between the First Generation Sword Master and the Demon God. It turned out that back then, to seal the Demon God, the Sword Master had split his Chaos Sword Body into nine pieces, which transformed into nine islands, and each piece of the sword body sealed a part of the Demon God's power.

"Be careful! The Demon God's core is about to go berserk!" Yun Che suddenly shouted. From the cracks on the surface of the Demon God's core, demonic energy surged out like a volcanic eruption, instantly condensing into a demonic hand that blotted out the sky and reached for Chu Mo. The twelve Divine Lords struck simultaneously. Twelve rays of light of different colors formed a protective shield, but under the pressure of the demonic hand, it emitted sounds of unbearable cracking.

The future Chu Mo's golden chain suddenly tightened. Blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth. "Chu Mo, listen up! To completely destroy the Demon God's core, you must use the source power of the Chaos Sword Body to reseal it into the First Generation Sword Master's Broken Sword! But doing this, you might..." His words were drowned out by the roar of the demonic hand.

The Chaos Sword suddenly erupted with a golden light stretching ten thousand feet. The phantom image of the First Generation Sword Master appeared within the sword. The phantom spoke, its voice completely different from the wailing Chu Mo remembered hearing on Divine Fall Island, filled with righteous power. "Descendant of later generations, fear not sacrifice! Chaos is not a mere tool; it is the path that shatters chains, and it is also the light that protects all living beings!" The phantom swung its sword, and a golden Sword Qi slashed towards the demonic hand, but it only made it pause slightly.

Just then, sounds of tearing through the air came from outside the hall. A group of mysterious figures in black robes burst in. Their faces were shrouded in black mist, and the leader held a half-broken sword in their hand – it was precisely the relic of the First Generation Sword Master. "Want to seal the Demon God's core? It's not that simple!" The leader sneered. "Our Shadow Hall has guarded this secret for thirty thousand years. How could we let you easily destroy it?"

The black-robed figures all struck at once. The black mist transformed into countless sharp blades, attacking Chu Mo and the twelve Divine Lords. The future Chu Mo gritted his teeth. The golden chain transformed into a sword formation, resisting the attacks of the black-robed figures. "Chu Mo, don't worry about us! Quickly go and destroy the Demon God's core!"

Chu Mo tightened his grip on Yun Che's hand, a look of determination flashing in his eyes. "Wait for me!" He leaped up, and the Chaos Sword resonated strongly with the Demon God's core. The moment he plunged the sword into the core, intense pain surged like a tide. He felt his power being frantically drained. And in his Sea of Consciousness, countless "selves" from the Mirror Abyss corridors appeared. Some were urging him to give up, while others were encouraging him to persevere.

"My path, Chu Mo's path, is controlled by me!" He roared, forcefully circulating the Fate Defying Style of the Primordial Sword Art. The Chaos Sword erupted with light surpassing the sun, completely Devouring the demonic energy within the Demon God's core. However, just as the core was about to be completely destroyed, the black-robed leader suddenly plunged the Broken Sword into the core. A even more powerful evil force erupted, and the entire Hong Meng Hall began to collapse.

"This is bad! They want to awaken the complete Demon God!" The red-clothed woman among the twelve Divine Lords shouted. The long spear in her hand transformed into a red light, shooting towards the black-robed leader, but it was bounced back by the black mist. The future Chu Mo rushed forward without hesitation, using his body to block the attack. The golden chain wrapped around the Broken Sword, and he roared, "Chu Mo, take Yun Che and go! Leave this place to me!"

Chu Mo looked at the future Chu Mo's scarred back, his heart aching. He knew that this "self" had fought for ten thousand years to protect this world. At this moment, the Chaos Sword let out a mournful cry. The phantom image of the First Generation Sword Master reappeared within the sword, injecting the last trace of its power into Chu Mo's body. "Go, go find the true Primordial Chaos Source. Only it can completely end this disaster!"

Just before the Hong Meng Hall completely collapsed, Chu Mo grabbed Yun Che and used the power of the Chaos Sword to tear open a spatial rift. Looking back, the future Chu Mo and the twelve Divine Lords were engaged in the final battle with the black-robed figures. The power of the Demon God's core was about to fully revive. And he, carrying the hope of the First Generation Sword Master and the determination to protect the Myriad Realms, stepped into the unknown space and time – where perhaps the Primordial Chaos Source that could end the thirty-thousand-year cycle was hidden, and where the key for Chu Mo to truly become a Sword Sovereign also lay.