The bells of Hong Meng Hall rang like ancient war drums, each toll shaking Chu Mo's spirit platform. The twelve Divine Lords slowly spread out, the sealing runes on their armor resonating with the Chaos Sword and sketching, across the void, the brutal scene of the First Generation Sword Master sealing the Demon God. The Demon God's core floating within the hall resembled a beating dark-purple heart, its surface covered in cracks. Demonic Qi spilled from them, transforming into countless savage faces that let out piercing shrieks.
"Thirty thousand years at last... the moment the Chaos Sword Body truly awakens has finally arrived." Future Chu Mo raised a hand, and a golden chain shot from his sleeve, winding around the Demon God's core. "But to destroy it completely—how could that be so easy?" The sword scar beneath his left eye glimmered faintly, every line like a wound carved into time and space.
Before his words had faded, a thunderous roar suddenly came from outside the hall. The entire Ninth Divine Region shook violently. The floating islands began rearranging themselves, forming an enormous star chart. Chu Mo's Chaos Sword trembled madly, the star-chart patterns on its blade echoing the chart outside. It actually rose on its own and hovered above the Demon God's core. Countless memory fragments flooded into his mind—scenes of the First Generation Sword Master's battle against the Demon God. So that was the truth: back then, to seal the Demon God, the Sword Master had split his own Chaos Sword Body into nine pieces, turning them into nine islands, with each piece containing a portion of the Demon God's power.
"Watch out! The Demon God's core is about to go berserk!" Yun Che suddenly shouted. Demonic Qi erupted from the cracks across the core like a volcanic eruption, instantly condensing into a demonic hand vast enough to blot out the sky as it grabbed at Chu Mo. The twelve Divine Lords struck together, twelve beams of different colors forming a protective barrier—yet under the pressure of the demonic hand, it gave off the cracking sounds of something buckling beneath an unbearable load.
Future Chu Mo's golden chain abruptly tightened, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. "Chu Mo, listen carefully! To completely destroy the Demon God's core, you must use the origin power of the Chaos Sword Body to seal it back into the First Generation Sword Master's broken sword! But if you do that, you may..." His words were drowned out by the demonic hand's howl.
The Chaos Sword suddenly erupted with golden radiance stretching ten thousand zhang, and the phantom of the First Generation Sword Master appeared within the blade. When the phantom spoke, his voice was entirely unlike the wailing Chu Mo had heard on Godfall Island. It brimmed with righteous grandeur. "Descendant, do not fear sacrifice! Chaos is not a weapon—it is the path that cleaves through shackles, and the light that safeguards all living beings!" The phantom swung his sword, sending a golden Sword Qi slash toward the demonic hand, but it only made it pause slightly.
Just then, the sound of something slicing through the air came from outside the hall. A group of mysterious figures clad in black robes burst in, their faces shrouded by black mist. Their leader held half a broken sword in his hand—it was the First Generation Sword Master's relic. "You want to seal the Demon God's core? Not so simple!" the leader sneered. "Our Shadow Hall has guarded this secret for thirty thousand years. How could we allow you to destroy it so easily?"
The Black-robed Figures attacked as one, black mist turning into countless sharp blades that shot toward Chu Mo and the twelve Divine Lords. Future Chu Mo gritted his teeth, and the golden chain transformed into a sword formation, blocking the Black-robed Figures' attacks. "Chu Mo, ignore us! Hurry and destroy the Demon God's core!"
Chu Mo clenched Yun Che's hand, determination flashing in his eyes. "Wait for me!" He leaped into the air, and the Chaos Sword resonated fiercely with the Demon God's core. The instant he thrust the sword into the core, agonizing pain crashed over him like a tidal wave. He felt his power being frantically drained away. Within his Sea of Consciousness, countless versions of "himself" from the Mirror Abyss Corridor appeared—some urging him to give up, others encouraging him to persevere.
"My path, Chu Mo's path, is mine to control!" he shouted, forcibly circulating the Fate Defying Style of the Primordial Sword Art. The Chaos Sword erupted with a radiance surpassing the sun, swallowing every trace of demonic Qi within the Demon God's core. Yet just as the core was about to be completely destroyed, the black-robed leader suddenly plunged the broken sword into it. An even more powerful evil force erupted, and the entire Hong Meng Hall began to collapse.
"Oh no! They want to awaken the complete Demon God!" the red-robed woman among the twelve Divine Lords cried out. The spear in her hand turned into a streak of red light and shot toward the black-robed leader, only to be rebounded by the black mist. Future Chu Mo charged forward without regard for himself, using his body to block the attack. Golden chains wrapped around the broken sword as he roared, "Chu Mo, take Yun Che and go! Leave this place to me!"
Chu Mo looked at Future Chu Mo's battered, scar-covered back, and a stabbing pain tore through his heart. He knew that this "self" had already fought for ten thousand years to protect this world. At that moment, the Chaos Sword let out a mournful cry. The First Generation Sword Master's phantom appeared within the blade once more, pouring his final trace of strength into Chu Mo's body. "Go. Seek the true Primordial Chaos Source. Only it can bring this disaster to a complete end!"
Just before Hong Meng Hall completely collapsed, Chu Mo grabbed Yun Che and used the Chaos Sword's power to tear open a Space Rift. Looking back, he saw Future Chu Mo and the twelve Divine Lords engaged in their final battle against the Black-robed Figures, while the Demon God core's power was on the verge of fully reviving. And he, carrying the First Generation Sword Master's hope and the resolve to protect the myriad realms, stepped into unknown time and space—where perhaps lay the Primordial Chaos Source capable of ending the thirty-thousand-year cycle, as well as the key for Chu Mo to truly become a Sword Sovereign.
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