The spatial turbulence was like a surging undercurrent, tearing at the Chaos Sword Qi around Chu Mo. He held Yun Che tightly in his arms as the broken sword spun madly through the turbulence, slicing through the warped space around them. The golden patterns on its blade collided with the Law of Space, bursting into blinding sparks.
"Brother Chu Mo, your arm..." Yun Che cried out. A sharp spatial blade had cut a wound so deep the bone showed in Chu Mo's right arm. His blood splashed into the void, yet condensed into tiny beads of blood that floated in midair. The Chaos Sword Body operated frantically, trying to heal the wound, but injuries inflicted by spatial turbulence were far more troublesome than ordinary attacks.
Just as Chu Mo felt his strength failing, the broken sword suddenly trembled violently, and the Primordial Chaos Sword Seal upon its blade blossomed with dazzling light. Wherever the light reached, the spatial turbulence strangely came to a standstill. Ahead of them, a portal radiating an ancient aura slowly emerged.
"Go!" Chu Mo gritted his teeth and plunged headlong into the portal with Yun Che.
When the light faded, Chu Mo stumbled onto the ground and found himself in a desolate Gobi wasteland. The sky was an eerie violet, while the ground was covered in cracked patterns. In the distance stood the faint outline of an abandoned ancient city, its walls weathered and mottled, carved all over with incomplete sword patterns.
"Where is this..." Yun Che had barely spoken when a fierce sword intent suddenly swept in from the direction of the ancient city. Dozens of figures flashed out from behind the city walls. Their leader wore a black robe and held a rusty iron sword, surrounded by an aura of age and desolation.
"Outsiders, state your names. This is the Desolate Sword Domain. Intruders die!" the Black-robed Figure said coldly. With a casual sweep of his iron sword, he split open a ravine more than thirty feet wide in the ground.
Chu Mo shielded Yun Che behind him, holding the broken sword across his chest as Chaos Sword Qi gathered around him. "Chu Mo of the Azure Blue Realm. My companion and I entered this place by mistake, with no intention of offending anyone." As he spoke, he secretly mobilized the power of his sword domain, trying to probe the other man's strength. Yet the Black-robed Figure seemed shrouded in mist, utterly impossible to see through.
"Chaos Sword Body?" The Black-robed Figure's pupils contracted sharply, and the rust on his iron sword actually began to peel away. "I never thought that this barren land would welcome the true Sword Master." He suddenly withdrew his hostility and dropped to one knee. "This subordinate is Sword Thirteen, once a sword guardian of the Ancient Sword Palace. Greetings, Sword Master!"
The people behind him also fell to their knees, and the sword intent filling the air became gentle. Chu Mo was stunned and had yet to speak when Sword Thirteen rose and explained, "The Ancient Sword Palace was once the most powerful holy land of the sword path in the Spirit Realm. Later, it fought a great war against forces such as the Mysterious Yellow Divine Dynasty over the Primordial Sword Domain, and was ultimately destroyed. We were ordered to guard the remnants of the sword palace here and await the return of the true Sword Master."
"The Primordial Sword Domain..." Chu Mo murmured, the broken sword in his hand trembling softly. He suddenly recalled the memory fragments he had seen in the sword tomb of the Heavenly Sword Sect. He vaguely remembered that his mother seemed to have some connection to the Ancient Sword Palace as well.
"If the Sword Master does not mind, you may reside here for the time being. Though the Desolate Sword Domain is remote, its spirit veins are unique and well suited for cultivating the sword path," Sword Thirteen said sincerely.
Chu Mo and Yun Che exchanged a glance, then nodded in agreement. With a place to settle, he could better recover from his injuries and further investigate the secrets of the Primordial Sword Domain.
Over the following days, with the help of Sword Thirteen and the others, Chu Mo began rebuilding the Ancient Sword Palace. Using Chaos Sword Qi as a guide, he fused it with the unique spirit veins of the Desolate Sword Domain and erected a towering palace atop the ruins of the ancient city. The palace was shaped like a broken sword, every structure carved with Chaos Runes. When night fell, the entire palace radiated a mysterious and powerful presence.
At the same time, Chu Mo discovered during cultivation that the sword patterns of the Desolate Sword Domain resonated wondrously with his Chaos Sword Body. Every day, he immersed himself in insights into the sword path, and his cultivation steadily rose as the bottleneck of the Core Formation Realm gradually loosened. Nourished by the Primordial Spirit Spring, Yun Che's Heaven Suppressing Bloodline also grew increasingly powerful. She tried merging the Heaven Suppressing Seal with Chaos Sword Qi and unexpectedly managed to unleash a combined attack of astonishing might.
However, the peaceful days did not last long. One day, Sword Thirteen came to report in haste, his expression grave. "Sword Master, scouts from the Blood Demon Sect have appeared on the outskirts of the Desolate Sword Domain. They have likely noticed the disturbance here."
Chu Mo's gaze turned cold. The broken sword left its sheath, and Chaos Sword Qi instantly filled the entire palace. "They came at just the right time. I was already planning to settle accounts with them. Let them become sacrifices to establish the sword palace's might!"
He led Sword Thirteen and the others to the edge of the Desolate Sword Domain. From afar, they saw dozens of Blood Demon Sect disciples furtively scouting the area. Their leader was a scar-faced middle-aged man. The instant he saw Chu Mo, wild delight flashed through his eyes. "The Chaos Sword Body! I never expected you to be hiding here. Let's see where you can run this time!"
"Run? I, Chu Mo, have never known how to write the word 'run'!" Chu Mo sneered and swung the broken sword. A streak of Sword Qi containing the Law of Space tore through the air. Before the Blood Demon Sect members could react, half of them had already been shredded into pieces by the Sword Qi. The rest tried to flee in terror, only to discover that the surrounding space had been sealed.
"Primordial Sword Art, Seventh Form—Heaven Confinement!"
Chaos Sword Qi transformed into a massive cage, trapping every remaining Blood Demon Sect disciple within. The scar-faced man frantically circulated Blood Demon Qi, attempting to break through the cage, only to find that before the Chaos Sword Qi, his strength was like an ant trying to shake a tree.
"Speak. Who sent you?" Chu Mo demanded coldly.
"You think I'm afraid of you? The Blood Demon Sect will never let you go!" The scar-faced man ground his teeth.
"Is that so?" Killing intent flashed in Chu Mo's eyes. The broken sword trembled lightly, and the Blood Demon Qi within the cage began to backlash. The scar-faced man screamed in agony as his body rapidly shriveled, finally turning into a dried skeleton.
After dealing with the Blood Demon Sect scouts, Chu Mo returned to the sword palace. Standing atop the palace, he gazed over the vast Desolate Sword Domain, a new plan already forming in his heart. He would use the sword palace as his foundation, gather sword path geniuses from across the world, contend against forces such as the Mysterious Yellow Divine Dynasty and the Myriad Demon Palace, reclaim the justice owed to his mother, and uncover the ultimate secret of the Primordial Sword Domain.
Meanwhile, within the palace of the Mysterious Yellow Divine Dynasty, Immortal Emperor Xiao Zhantian stared at the shattered Communication Jade Slip in his hand, his face as dark as water. "Chu Mo, it seems you are more difficult to deal with than I imagined. But do you think hiding in the Desolate Sword Domain will let you escape disaster? How naive..." He waved over a shadow guard. "Deliver my order. Inform the Myriad Demon Palace and the Blood Demon Sect. In three days, we will jointly attack the Desolate Sword Domain!"
A great battle was on the verge of erupting. Above the Desolate Sword Domain, violet clouds began to churn. Chu Mo tightened his grip on the broken sword, his gaze resolute. He knew that with the sword palace only newly established, this would be a crucial battle that would decide the course of the future—and he would not retreat even half a step.
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