The Initial Establishment of the Sword Palace

The spatial turbulence was like a surging undercurrent, tearing at Chu Mo's Chaos Sword Qi. He held Yun Che tightly in his arms, the Broken Sword spinning wildly in the turbulence, slicing through the distorted space around them. The golden patterns on the sword clashed with the laws of space, erupting in dazzling sparks.

"Brother Chu Mo, your arm..." Yun Che cried out in alarm. A sharp spatial blade had sliced a deep, bone-visible wound on Chu Mo's right arm. Blood splattered into the void, astonishingly congealing into tiny blood beads that floated in mid-air. The Chaos Sword Body frantically circulated, trying to heal the wound, but the injuries caused by spatial turbulence were far more difficult to deal with than ordinary attacks.

Just as Chu Mo felt his strength failing, the Broken Sword suddenly trembled violently. The Primordial Chaos Sword Seal on its blade burst forth with brilliant light. Wherever the light reached, the spatial turbulence strangely stagnated, and a teleportation gate emanating an ancient aura slowly appeared before them.

"Go!" Chu Mo gritted his teeth and plunged into the teleportation gate with Yun Che.

The light dissipated, and Chu Mo stumbled to the ground, finding himself in a desolate Gobi Desert. The sky was a strange purple, the ground covered in cracked patterns. In the distance, a ruined ancient city was faintly visible. Its walls were mottled and covered in incomplete sword patterns.

"This is..." As Yun Che began to speak, a chilling sword intent suddenly swept over from the direction of the ancient city. Dozens of figures flashed out from behind the city walls. The leader was clad in a black robe, holding a rusty iron sword, an aura of ancientness surrounding him.

"Outsiders, state your names. This is the 'Desolate Sword Domain'. Intruders die!" The black-robed man spoke coldly, and with a casual wave of his iron sword, the ground split open into a chasm about ten feet wide.

Chu Mo shielded Yun Che behind him, holding the Broken Sword across his chest. Chaos Sword Qi condensed around him. "Chu Mo from the Azure Blue Realm. My companion and I stumbled in here by mistake. We meant no offense." As he spoke, he secretly mobilized the power of his sword domain, trying to gauge the opponent's strength, but found that the black-robed man was shrouded in mist, completely impenetrable.

"Chaos Sword Body?" The black-robed man's pupils contracted sharply, and the rust on his iron sword actually began to peel off. "I didn't expect that this desolate place would actually welcome a true Sword Master." He suddenly withdrew his hostility and knelt on one knee. "Subordinate Sword Thirteen, formerly a guardian of the Ancient Sword Palace, greets the Sword Master!"

The people behind him also knelt, and the sword intent filling the air became gentle. Chu Mo was startled and hadn't even spoken when Sword Thirteen rose and explained, "The Ancient Sword Palace was once the most powerful sword dao sacred ground in the Spirit Realm. Later, due to a struggle for the Primordial Sword Domain, it fought fiercely with forces like the Mysterious Yellow Divine Dynasty and was ultimately destroyed. We were ordered to guard the remnants of the Sword Palace here, awaiting the return of the true Sword Master."

"Primordial Sword Domain..." Chu Mo murmured, the Broken Sword in his hand vibrating slightly. He suddenly remembered the fragmented memories he had seen in the Heavenly Sword Sect's Sword Tomb, vaguely recalling that his mother also seemed to have a connection with the Ancient Sword Palace.

"If the Sword Master doesn't mind, you can temporarily reside here. Although the Desolate Sword Domain is remote, its spiritual veins are unique and suitable for cultivating the sword dao," Sword Thirteen said sincerely.

Chu Mo and Yun Che exchanged a look and nodded in agreement. With a place to stay, he could better recover from his injuries and further explore the secrets of the Primordial Sword Domain.

In the following days, with the help of Sword Thirteen and others, Chu Mo began to rebuild the Ancient Sword Palace. Using Chaos Sword Qi as a guide, he integrated the unique spiritual veins of the Desolate Sword Domain and built a magnificent palace on the ruins of the ancient city. The palace was shaped like the Broken Sword, and every part of the architecture was inscribed with Chaos Runes. When night fell, the entire palace emitted a mysterious and powerful aura.

Meanwhile, Chu Mo discovered during his cultivation that the sword patterns in the Desolate Sword Domain had a wonderful resonance with his Chaos Sword Body. He immersed himself in sword dao comprehension every day, his cultivation constantly improving, and the bottleneck of the Core Formation Realm gradually loosened. Yun Che, nourished by the Primordial Spirit Spring, also found her Heaven Suppressing Bloodline growing stronger. She attempted to fuse the Heaven Suppressing Seal with Chaos Sword Qi and was actually able to unleash a combined attack of astonishing power.

However, the peaceful days did not last long. One day, Sword Thirteen reported in a hurry, "Sword Master, scouts from the Blood Demon Sect have appeared on the outskirts of the Desolate Sword Domain. They have likely detected the unusual activity here."

Chu Mo's eyes turned cold. The Broken Sword was unsheathed, and Chaos Sword Qi instantly filled the entire palace. "They've come at just the right time. I was just looking for them to settle accounts. Let them be the sacrifices to establish the Sword Palace's might!"

He led Sword Thirteen and the others to the edge of the Desolate Sword Domain. From a distance, they saw dozens of Blood Demon Sect disciples stealthily scouting. The leader was a middle-aged man with a face full of scars. The moment he saw Chu Mo, his eyes flashed with ecstasy. "Chaos Sword Body! I didn't expect you to be hiding here. This time, let's see where you can run!"

"Run? I, Chu Mo, have never known how to write the word 'run'!" Chu Mo sneered. With a wave of the Broken Sword, a sword qi containing spatial laws shot through the air. Before the Blood Demon Sect members could react, half of them were shredded by the sword qi. The remaining people tried to flee in terror, but found that the surrounding space had been sealed.

"Primordial Sword Art, Seventh Form — Heaven Confinement!"

The Chaos Sword Qi transformed into a massive cage, trapping all the remaining Blood Demon Sect disciples. The scarred man leading them frantically unleashed his Blood Demon Qi, trying to break through the cage, but found his power was like an ant trying to shake a tree in front of the Chaos Sword Qi.

"Speak, who sent you?" Chu Mo demanded coldly.

"You think I'm afraid of you? The Blood Demon Sect won't let you go!" The scarred man gritted his teeth.

"Is that so?" A killing intent flashed in Chu Mo's eyes. The Broken Sword trembled slightly, and the Blood Demon Qi in the cage actually began to backfire. The scarred man screamed in pain, his body rapidly shriveling until it turned into a withered skeleton.

After dealing with the Blood Demon Sect scouts, Chu Mo returned to the Sword Palace. He stood at the top of the palace, looking out at the vast Desolate Sword Domain, a new plan forming in his mind. He would use the Sword Palace as a foundation, recruit sword dao geniuses from all over the world, contend with forces like the Mysterious Yellow Divine Dynasty and the Myriad Demon Palace, reclaim justice for his mother, and uncover the ultimate secret of the Primordial Sword Domain.

Meanwhile, in the palace of the Mysterious Yellow Divine Dynasty, Immortal Emperor Xiao Zhantian looked at the shattered transmission jade slip in his hand, his face ashen. "Chu Mo, it seems you are more difficult to deal with than I imagined. However, you think you can escape by hiding in the Desolate Sword Domain? Too naive..." He waved his hand and summoned a dark guard. "Pass on 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 breaking out. Above the Desolate Sword Domain, the purple clouds began to churn. Chu Mo gripped the Broken Sword, his eyes resolute. He knew that with the Sword Palace newly established, this would be a crucial battle that would determine the future direction, and he would not retreat a single step.