Legend of the Embroiderer

Chapter 482 The Altar Mystery

A blinding, chaotic light surged forth like a boiling lava wave, and the guardian instinctively closed his eyes, his arms instinctively protecting his face.

The light contained sharp energy fluctuations, like countless tiny silver needles that stung his skin.

As the light finally dimmed slightly, he slowly opened his eyes and found himself in a distorted, almost bizarre, time tunnel.

The tunnel walls are interwoven with shimmering starlight and slowly flowing dark matter. The starlight is sometimes as bright as the sun and sometimes as dim as a dying candle, while the dark matter, like viscous ink, slowly crawls across the walls, outlining abstract and mysterious patterns.

Countless fragments of time and space flashed before his eyes like old film reels.

In some scenes, the brilliant universe disintegrates under the erosion of chaos, and then is reborn from nothingness, with the birth and destruction of stars displayed in a short moment.

Others are the Observer race, struggling under the shadow of the apocalypse, their armor tattered, yet their eyes still gleaming with an indomitable light.

The guardian looked down at his hands, which were covered with black lines. The lines seemed to writhe under his skin like living things, and the power of his blood surged and churned within him. Each pulse was accompanied by excruciating pain, as if countless steel needles were piercing through his veins, or as if raging fire was burning fiercely in his internal organs.

"Welcome to the end of the space-time rift."

A voice, ethereal as if from the depths of the universe, echoed softly through the tunnel.

The phantom of the first observer slowly emerged from the starlight. He was no longer the majestic and imposing savior of memory, but rather a haggard figure with wrinkles like ravines covering his face, his eyes filled with regret and vicissitudes, as if bearing the weight of countless years.

"With my last strength, I sent you here." The phantom raised its illusory arm, which trembled slightly as it pointed towards the darkness in the distance.

In that deep darkness, an altar covered with ancient runes appeared and disappeared. The sword in the center of the altar emitted a mysterious light, and the gem on the hilt shimmered with a faint light that echoed the mark on the guardian's palm, as if silently beckoning him.

However, before the guardians could take a step to explore, the entire tunnel suddenly began to shake violently, as if it had been hit by a cosmic earthquake.

Countless dark purple tentacles burst forth from the spacetime rift, their surfaces covered with distorted human faces, each displaying an expression of extreme pain, its mouth wide open yet unable to utter a sound, only able to let out a silent scream, a scene that sent chills down one's spine.

The tentacles, like greedy giant pythons, coiled around the guardian's limbs. The cold, sticky touch sent a shiver down his spine. They were trying to drag him into the unknown, terrifying realm deep within the rift.

"The Infant of Chaos will not let you off easily."

The phantom of the first observer sighed softly, his tone full of helplessness and worry, and raised his hand to unleash a golden light.

Wherever the golden light touched, the tentacles curled up and retreated, but quickly regrouped and launched a new round of attacks. "Remember, that sword is the key to breaking the bloodline curse, but it is also the most dangerous trap."

The guardian gritted its teeth, veins bulging, and with its indomitable will and unwavering belief, struggled to break free from the tentacles' restraints.

He ran wildly toward the altar, and with each step he took, ripples spread through the spacetime tunnel beneath his feet, as if the entire space was resisting his approach and trying to drive him away.

When he finally arrived at the altar, he found it surrounded by twelve stone statues.

Each statue is sculpted to resemble an observer, but their eyes are empty and lifeless, like dead objects, and the chaotic mark between their brows flickers with an eerie red light, as if an evil force is surging within them.

"If you want to draw your sword, you'll have to get past me first."

The voice of the black-robed fusion entity rang out again, cold and mocking, like a sharp blade piercing straight to the heart.

Her figure slowly emerged from the stone statue, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression. The complete stone slab in her hand emitted a captivating light, within which mysterious runes flickered.

"Didn't the First Observer tell you? This sword was forged from the core of chaos. Pull it out, and you will become the new Lord of Chaos."

A sinister smirk curled at the corner of her lips as she spoke, waving her arm.

In an instant, the twelve stone statues came to life, dark purple light blades materializing in their hands, with eerie flames dancing on them, as they launched a fierce attack on the guardian.

The guardian gripped the Chaos Lightsaber to meet the enemy. The moment the blade collided with the light blade, a deafening roar erupted, and powerful energy shockwaves spread outwards like a hurricane, shaking the surrounding spacetime tunnels to the point of collapse.

During the battle, he keenly noticed a strange synchronization between the stone statues' attack trajectories and the movements of the black-robed fusion body. Whenever he hit a stone statue, a rune would light up on the stone slab in the black-robed fusion body's hand, and as the rune flickered, new power would be injected into the stone statue's body.

"So that's how it is! These stone statues are the source of the stone slab's power!"

A sudden realization dawned on him, and a resolute glint flashed in his eyes. He no longer confronted the enemy head-on, but instead used the distorting properties of the space-time tunnel to move like a ghost, weaving through the gaps in the statues' attacks and searching for weaknesses between them.

At this moment, in the real world, the Chaos Infant held aloft its completely transparent fused body, laughing wildly, its laughter filled with madness and triumph.

The combined power of the two stone slabs is like a surging tide, drawing the entire universe into a massive vortex.

Galaxyes were mercilessly swallowed up like tiny specks of dust, black holes collapsed continuously in the vortex, emitting a despairing roar, space was distorted and deformed by the powerful force, and time seemed to stand still at this moment.

The Chaos Infant Laughing Man: "The bloodline of the Observer is about to end; the age of chaos has arrived!"

His voice, like thunder, resounded throughout the universe, announcing the arrival of the end times.

In the rift between time and space, the Guardian seized a fleeting opportunity and plunged the Chaos Lightsaber deep into the ground. A silver-black light, like a rushing river, spread rapidly across the ground, resonating powerfully with the runes at the statue's feet.

The twelve stone statues began to tremble violently, making cracking sounds, as if they were about to collapse at any moment.

The black-robed fusion entity's face instantly turned deathly pale, its eyes filled with shock and disbelief: "How could you possibly break this formation?"

The guardian ignored her exclamation and instead rushed toward the sword in the center of the altar.

The moment his hand gripped the sword hilt, a vast and malevolent power surged into his body like a flood bursting its banks. His consciousness began to blur, and images of the destruction of the universe flashed through his mind.

Planets explode in flames, galaxies are swallowed by darkness, and life perishes in despair.

"Don't let power consume you!"

The phantom of the first observer reappeared, his figure becoming even more ethereal, as if he might vanish at any moment, yet he still struggled to resist that evil power. "The sword contains not only chaos, but also the purifying power that my sister sealed with her life."

You must find a balance between the two!

The guardian gritted his teeth, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. He mobilized the remaining clarity within his body, as if searching for a stable lighthouse in turbulent waves.

He guided the fusion of chaos and purification within his body, a process that was excruciatingly painful. His skin began to crack, and blood gushed out, staining his armor crimson. Yet, his gaze grew ever more resolute, like a burning flame illuminating the dark rift in spacetime.

Ultimately, the two forces formed a silver vortex within his body, radiating a soft yet powerful light. The Guardian felt as if he had become the center of the universe, merging with the entire spacetime.

He swung his sword to sever the connection between the black-robed fusion body and the stone slab. With a flash of dazzling light, the stone slab's light dimmed instantly.

The black-robed fusion entity let out a furious roar of resentment, its body beginning to turn transparent and gradually becoming illusory:

"You think this is the end? The Infant of Chaos has already planted the seeds of destruction in every dimension!"

Before the words were even finished, the time tunnel shook violently again, as if the end of the world had arrived.

The figure of the Chaos Infant appeared above the altar, surrounded by dense chaotic energy. The fused object in his hand had completely lost its life force, becoming a container exuding chaotic energy.

“Interesting, really interesting!”

The Chaos Infant laughed, its laughter filled with evil and greed, "Now that you have fused with the power of the sword, then use your body to sacrifice for my ultimate plan!"

As he spoke, he opened a massive black hole, which emitted endless suction, drawing in the guardian, the altar, and the entire spacetime rift.

In the instant it was devoured, the guardian felt as if its body was being torn apart by countless forces, causing unbearable pain.

But as he endured the pain, he saw a familiar figure suddenly emerge from the blood vessel in the center of the altar.

That was a young fusion! Her eyes were filled with fear and anticipation, and she held half a stone slab in her hand, as if waiting for something.

Behind the Chaos Infant, a mysterious figure in black robes silently observed everything. His face was hidden in shadow, making it impossible to discern his expression. In his hand, he held a mysterious compass, the pointer of which pointed firmly at the Guardian, as if foreshadowing the Guardian's special mission in this cosmic crisis.