Legend of the Embroiderer

Chapter 374 Blood Abyss Choice

Lingyue's nails dug deeply into her palms; her face was as pale as paper, and her lips were bloodless.

The sharp edge of the shard pierced her skin, and blood slowly flowed from the wound, dripping onto the blood-red sand.

The blood did not leave a mark on the sand as usual, but was instantly absorbed by the greedy sand, as if the sand was a bottomless black hole, and nothing could leave a trace on its surface.

At this moment, the three Li Zhaos took a step forward simultaneously.

Suddenly, dark flames rose from beneath Li Zhao's feet. The flames burned fiercely, scorching the sand in their wake, as if it had been burned by hellfire.

With each step Li Zhaoze took in his silver armor, a thick layer of icicles would form on the ground. These icicles gleamed with a cold light and emitted a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

Li Zhao, who was in the center, walked with a somewhat strange gait.

With each step he took, an invisible ripple seemed to spread beneath his feet, and black and white light flickered alternately beneath his feet, making the surrounding space seem distorted.

"Last chance—" Three voices, like booming bells, echoed across the crimson desert, deafeningly loud. Lingyue felt as if her eardrums were about to burst from the sound.

The chains extending from the abyss resembled ferocious giant pythons, writhing wildly. Broken corpses, already highly decomposed, hung from the barbs covering their surfaces, emitting a nauseating stench.

At the very front of these chains, at the end of the chain hung a fragment of Wenli, which was emitting a faint light that flickered on and off, as if desperately pleading for help.

Li Zhao, clad in black, spoke with a voice that seemed to come from the depths of hell, deep and seductive, sending chills down one's spine.

His words were like a demonic chant, attempting to erode people's minds and make them abandon their so-called "useless pity."

He continued, "Wenli's fragments are nothing but bait set by the dark will. You think saving her will save the entire universe? How naive! This will only accelerate the universe's march towards destruction."

As he finished speaking, the aura of his shadow guards grew stronger, like a black whirlwind that tightly enveloped him.

Even without wind, the black robe fluttered on its own, as if countless invisible hands were pulling at it, giving people an eerie and terrifying feeling.

Dark flames burned around him, distorting and grotesque his face, making him appear as if he were a demon emerging from the darkness.

The flames leaped and crackled, seemingly mocking people's foolishness and ignorance.

Li Zhao, clad in silver armor, had eyes that burned like flames, revealing unparalleled determination and resolve.

The mark of light between his brows was slightly warm, radiating a gentle yet firm light, as if telling of some unshakable belief.

“Lingyue,” his voice was deep and powerful, carrying an undeniable authority, “do not be deceived by appearances. Wenli, she is the key figure in our fight against the forces of darkness. The secret of the Key to Destiny must be hidden in her fragments. Even if there is an abyss ahead, even if the road is rugged and difficult, we must never give up any hope.”

His words, like the morning bell and evening drum, echoed in Lingyue's ears.

Lingyue gazed at him, noticing the mysterious dark patterns shimmering on his silver armor. These patterns seemed to flow, echoing the spear in his hand.

He had gripped the spear tightly without anyone noticing, its tip pointing straight at the endless abyss, as if it could shoot into the darkness like an arrow at his command.

Li Zhao in the center slowly raised his head, and in his clear black and white pupils, struggle and confusion were clearly visible.

His voice was hoarse, filled with deep weariness: "Lingyue, do you still remember our initial vow? To protect the light, to protect hope... But now, I can no longer distinguish between truth and lies. Perhaps, the answer lies in your choice."

The broken disc in his hand trembled slightly, and black and white light seeped from the cracks, as if telling a story of endless vicissitudes.

Lingyue stared intently at the bloodstained half-piece of debris, her mind flashing back to scenes of her time with Wenli—Wenli's gentle smile, her resolute gaze, and her selfless act of helping her at crucial moments.

"I don't believe it!" Lingyue suddenly roared, her voice echoing across the desert. "Wenli is definitely not part of a conspiracy! She was willing to split her soul to seal the dark will, I must save her!"

She resolutely rushed into the abyss, the fragment in her hand and the source of light bursting forth with dazzling light.

Li Zhao, clad in black, instantly appeared in front of her, raising his hand to unleash a black energy wave. Wherever the energy wave passed, space distorted and deformed, and the air was filled with a pungent, burnt smell.

Lingyue quickly dodged to the side, only to see Li Zhao in silver armor simultaneously swing his spear. The light at the spear tip collided with the black energy wave, producing a deafening explosion. The powerful shockwave sent Lingyue flying.

Just as Lingyue landed in a disheveled state, Li Zhao in the center suddenly moved.

His body shone brightly with black and white light, transforming into a stream of light that shuttled between Li Zhao in black robes and Li Zhao in silver armor.

His movements were as fast as lightning. With a wave of his scepter, black and white energy intertwined into a net, simultaneously blocking Li Zhao's attack in black robes and Li Zhao's spear in silver armor.

"Enough!" His roar was filled with boundless grief and indignation. "Are we destined to be manipulated by the will of darkness forever?"

His obstruction was only temporary. The black-robed Li Zhao and the silver-armored Li Zhao exchanged a glance and suddenly launched their attacks simultaneously.

The dark power of Li Zhao in black robes and the light power of Li Zhao in silver armor strangely merged, forming a huge energy ball that crushed towards Ling Yue and Li Zhao in the center.

At the critical moment, Li Zhao from the Central Plains shielded Ling Yue behind him, raised the shattered disc, and did his best to block the attack.

"Lingyue, take the fragments and hurry! Go to the Bronze Gate; perhaps the answer lies there..."

Li Zhao's voice from the center was drowned out by the roar of energy. Ling Yue was in tears. She knew she couldn't hesitate now, so she gritted her teeth, turned around, and ran wildly toward the bronze gate.

Behind me, the sounds of explosions, roars, and colliding energies mingled together, like the prelude to the end of the world.

When Lingyue finally reached the bronze gate, she discovered that the blood-stained runes on the gate were rearranging themselves.

Without thinking, she pressed the fragment in her hand against the door.

In an instant, the colossal bronze gate roared and slowly opened.

Behind the door was a pitch-black space, with only a faint glimmer of light flickering in the depths.

Lingyue suddenly heard a familiar voice behind her. She turned around stiffly and saw Li Zhao standing there, but his eyes held a strangeness and coldness she had never seen before...