Legend of the Embroiderer

Chapter 477 The Truth of the Dark Abyss

The shuttle of destiny in the guardian's hand was still trembling slightly, and the star patterns on the metal surface exuded a coolness, as if conveying some kind of warning.

The black-robed man's eyes, identical to those of the first Observer, were fixed on him through the shadow of the hood, the malice surging within them like an undercurrent in an abyss.

Suddenly, tens of thousands of crystal coffins around them emitted a ghostly blue light, and the frost that had formed on their surfaces fell away, revealing the pale, paper-white face of the sleeping one.

The chaotic marks between their brows lit up simultaneously, and the intertwined dark red and eerie blue light weaved through the void like countless glowing vines, eventually forming a huge energy network that enveloped the entire space, as if the air itself was being distorted and deformed by this force.

"Welcome to the birthplace of the Observer bloodline."

The man in black robes spoke, his voice low and hoarse, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between rusty gears, like sandpaper rubbing against metal, with a harsh, discordant sound: "You think the First Observer is a savior? No, he is the source of all disasters."

Before the words were finished, the runes on the black stone tablet suddenly burst forth with intense light, and ancient scenes appeared within the light:

In ancient times, the vast cosmic battlefield was filled with the smoke of battle. The first observers, clad in blood-stained armor, their eyes filled with madness and greed, their hands stained with blood, threw the captured chaotic creatures into a giant furnace.

The surging chaotic power within the furnace churned like a living thing, frantically merging with his bloodline, ultimately splitting into two forces: black and white. The black force coiled around the First Observer's arm like a venomous snake, while the white force transformed into a pure beam of light.

The fusion in the guardian's arms suddenly struggled violently, its body convulsing as if electrocuted, and its dark purple core light surged, so bright that it was impossible to open one's eyes.

A transparent phantom separated from her body; it was the afterimage of the Weaver of Fate that had appeared earlier.

Her face was filled with sorrow, and her transparent body was covered with cracks, as if she might disappear at any moment:

"Stop him! The stone tablet contains the 'Eternal Cage' set up by the first Observer to suppress the bloodline curse. Once activated, everyone with the Observer's bloodline will become a Chaos Puppet!"

Her voice was urgent and weak, each word sounding as if she had used all her strength to speak.

The man in black robes sneered, his laughter filled with mockery and disdain. He swung his arm, and the air crackled as his sleeve swept across the ground.

The sleepers in the crystal coffins opened their eyes, which gleamed with an evil dark purple light, their pupils reflecting the terrified faces of the guardians.

They floated up like marionettes, their joints making a teeth-grinding "click-clack" sound as they turned, and dark purple light blades materialized in their hands, the patterns flowing across the blades exactly matching the Chaos Mark.

The guardian gently placed the fusion on the ground. The ground, upon contact with the light from the dark purple core, instantly corroded a charred pit.

He gripped the Star Chaos Sword tightly, and a burst of light, interwoven with silver, black and crimson, erupted around him, interspersed with tiny sparks, like a burning galaxy.

He roared and charged into the enemy ranks. As he swung his sword, the force of the wind he generated caused ripples in the surrounding energy network. The energy shockwaves from the collision of the light blades made the surrounding crystal coffins hum. Some coffins even developed fine cracks, from which black liquid seeped out, emitting a pungent, putrid stench.

In the midst of the fierce battle, the guardian suddenly felt a dizzying sensation, as if the whole world was spinning wildly.

A familiar yet strange power surged through his body like a wild horse. Strange black patterns emerged beneath his skin, writhing like living things, rapidly spreading from his palms to his neck.

His strength increased several times over as a result. He could clearly feel his muscles expanding, and the blood flowing in his veins was no longer blood, but scalding flames.

Taking advantage of this momentum, he swung his sword repeatedly, the blade slicing through the air with a sharp whistling sound, repelling all the enemies in front of him.

Just then, the man in black appeared from the space-time rift. The black mist gushing from the rift carried a strong, fishy stench. He and the man in black robes exchanged a glance and launched their attacks simultaneously. The tacit understanding in their eyes seemed to indicate that they had already reached some kind of evil pact.

The man in black swung his longsword, and black sword energy roared and rushed forward like a black dragon. Black flames spewed from the dragon's open mouth, and the space shattered inch by inch wherever it went.

The man in black robes placed his hands on the black stone tablet, causing the runes on the tablet to shine brightly. A dark purple pillar of light shot into the sky, and the runes flowing on the surface of the pillar resembled the incantations of an ancient demon, enveloping the guardian within it.

Within the pillar of light, countless fragments of memory surged into the guardian's mind, revealing an even more terrifying truth:

In their pursuit of eternal power, the first Observer planted the seeds of evil within their own bloodline; their so-called mission to protect was nothing more than a lie to cover up their conspiracy.

"No! This is impossible!" The guardian clutched his head in agony, fell to his knees, and the sound of his teeth grinding could be heard from under his helmet.

Just as his consciousness was about to be swallowed by darkness, the crystal ball fragment in his arms suddenly burst out with dazzling light, and the gentle face of the fused entity emerged in the light.

The consciousness of the fused entity entered his mind along with the light, its voice gentle yet firm:

"Do you remember the prophecy on the stone tablet? 'Light will drown in its own shadow.' Only by accepting the darkness in our blood can we find a way to break the curse!"

The guardian suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze no longer filled with confusion and fear, but with determination and resolve.

He took a deep breath and mobilized the curse power awakened within him. The black patterns and the power of the Star Chaos Sword merged wildly, and dark purple patterns were mixed in with the silver-black light, forming a brand new Chaos Light Sword.

The energy flowing across the surface of the lightsaber leaped like a living thing, and the black mist swirling around the hilt emitted a low roar.

He raised his lightsaber high and slashed fiercely at the dark purple beam of light. The lightsaber sliced ​​through the air, leaving a burning trail behind it.

The beam of light trembled violently under the attack of the lightsaber, emitting a hum that seemed unable to bear the strain.

Both the man in the black robe and the man in black showed surprise. The man in the black robe's pupils contracted slightly, and the man in black's hand holding the sword trembled involuntarily.

At the critical moment, the man in black robes suddenly changed his gestures, muttered incantations, and the runes on the black stone tablet began to rotate in reverse. The entire space began to collapse rapidly, and the air emitted a sharp whistling sound, like countless ghosts screaming.

"Since you refuse to submit, then destroy this space along with it!"

He burst into maniacal laughter, a laughter filled with madness and despair.

The guardians struggled forward under the immense pressure of the collapsing space, each step feeling like wading through mud, their armor groaning under the strain.

He parried the attacks from the men in black robes and black clothes while approaching the fused entity.

The black-robed man continuously summoned chaotic tentacles from the stone tablet. The tentacles were covered with sharp spikes and lashed the ground, scattering countless sparks. The black-robed man also appeared like a ghost, his long sword aimed straight for vital points.

The moment he finally picked up the fused body, a rift suddenly appeared in spacetime, and the afterimage of the Weaver of Fate appeared in the rift. Her body became increasingly transparent, and she desperately waved to him, her eyes filled with expectation and worry.

Just as the guardian was about to step into the crevice, the man in black seized the opportunity to launch a sneak attack, his longsword piercing straight into his back like a viper's tongue.

At the critical moment, the fusion suddenly opened its eyes, and a powerful force erupted from its dark purple core, with a huge shield appearing in the light.

Ancient runes flowed across the surface of the shield, repelling the man in black.

But this also exhausted her last bit of power. The core light began to dim, like a candle flame about to go out, and the fused body became cold again.

The Guardian, carrying the fused entity, rushed into the spacetime rift. In the spacetime tunnel, countless fragments of memories brushed past the spacetime turbulence. Some fragments showed heartwarming scenes of him and the fused entity, while others showed apocalyptic scenes of the universe being swallowed by chaos.

But when they passed through the crevice, they found themselves in an even more bizarre place—the sky was blood red, as if stained with blood, and dark purple lightning flashed across the low-hanging clouds from time to time.

Black lava flowed across the ground, revealing stark white bones beneath as it churned, and the air was thick with the stench of sulfur.

In the distance stood a huge castle, its walls covered with distorted human face reliefs, each face screaming silently.

A huge dark purple vortex floated above the castle, from which came the maniacal laughter of the Chaos Infant, laughter filled with endless mockery and smugness.

Before the castle gate stood a row of people draped in white robes, their faces hidden by hoods, only their pale skin visible at the chins. On their chests, they wore silver insignia similar to those of the guardians, which shimmered faintly under the blood-red sky, as if telling untold secrets.