bullyxtreme Chapter 382 Rift of Fate
Chapter 382 Rift of Fate
The rumbling sound of the collapsing corridor was like the simultaneous ringing of ten thousand giant bells, causing Lingyue's internal organs to tremble violently.
Countless fragments of the "future" rained down with a sharp whooshing sound, each one like a deadly hidden weapon shot from a different time and space.
She instinctively swung her arm to block, but the moment the shards touched her skin, they projected illusory yet real scenes onto her body:
She saw herself wearing a dark crown, with shattered stars beneath her feet, and a silver-armored legion slaughtering indiscriminately behind her.
She also witnessed Li Zhao transform into a puppet of light, his eyes empty and lifeless, as he plunged a cold-glowing sword straight into her heart, causing warm blood to gush out and stain the entire void red.
A sharp pain emanated from the depths of her soul, as if every fragment of memory was forcibly dragging her into a predetermined branch of fate. The despair and pain in those images overwhelmed her consciousness like a tidal wave.
The answer lies not in the past or the future!
Suddenly, the War Soul of Light swung his sword and cleaved through the oncoming giant mirror shield. The purifying light emanating from the sword was like a solar flare, instantly evaporating the surrounding black mist and leaving only the smell of burning in the air.
His armor gleamed with a dazzling light, every pattern flowing with holy power. "The Core of Harmony needs the true 'present moment'!" His voice was firm and powerful, as if it could pierce through this chaotic spacetime.
Before the words were even finished, the Dark War Soul had already pounced forward like a ghost. Thick black mist swirled around him, and the corrosive power at the tip of his spear carved deep, bottomless trenches into the ground. Wherever he passed, space crumbled inch by inch, revealing a pitch-black void.
The chaotic figure leisurely twirled the Chaos Scepter, the light and dark energies at the scepter's head devouring each other, spinning wildly to form a miniature cosmic vortex.
Within that vortex, stars are born and destroyed, as if enacting the rise and fall of countless worlds.
"How pathetic! Possessing the power to reshape everything, yet still clinging to the idea of balance?"
With a wave of the scepter, the mirrors in the corridor began to collapse in reverse, and all the fragments were compressed into a single die of fate that emitted a ghostly light, as if drawn by an invisible giant hand.
Strange runes flowed across the surface of the die, each side engraved with a different symbol of fate. "Throw it, and all struggles will end."
The chaotic figure's voice was seductive, as if all the pain and entanglement would vanish with a mere flick of Lingyue's wrist.
Lingyue's temples throbbed, and the light and darkness within her body were like two raging beasts, rampaging through her meridians.
The intense conflict caused red and blue veins to surface beneath her skin, as if they were about to burst at any moment.
She staggered and grabbed the shattered mirror beside her, but the reflection in it made her pupils shrink sharply:
Countless "selves" stand at points of choice in different times and spaces, some holding scepters of light, others draped in black robes, and all the reflections have the same dark lines between their brows as those of an infant.
That was clearly the anchor point connecting all possibilities, like an invisible net that firmly bound her fate.
"I see!"
Lingyue suddenly sprang up, gripping the sword of the Light Soul and the spear of the Dark Soul in her hands.
The intense heat of light and the icy cold of darkness collided at the point of contact, and the resulting energy conflict was like a nuclear explosion, with the dazzling light instantly engulfing the three figures.
As the light faded, the yin-yang pattern on her forehead became fully visible. The forces of light and darkness achieved a strange balance within the pattern, and golden and dark purple light flickered alternately, forming a mysterious halo around her.
For the first time, the pupils of the chaotic figure flickered, and the composure on its face was replaced by shock. The vortex on the scepter in its hand began to twist uncontrollably.
"Impossible! No one has ever been able to navigate a paradox..."
The words were interrupted by Lingyue's roar. She poured two forces into the ground at the same time, and the entire corridor began to rotate in reverse.
The fragments of the "future" in the mirror surged back like a tide, coalescing at the center to form a staircase leading to the core.
The staircase was made up of countless fragments of time and space. Each step shimmered with different light and shadow. Some steps emitted a warm, soft light, while others were filled with a bone-chilling cold, as if telling stories from different times and spaces.
During the climb, Lingyue's consciousness was constantly bombarded by memories.
She saw Wenli entrust the fragments to the baby on the ancient battlefield, her tears falling onto the runes that spread across the swaddling clothes. The runes shimmered with a faint light, containing endless hope and reluctance.
They also witnessed the scene of light and darkness tearing the sky apart when the first generation of guardians split, the world changing color and huge cracks appearing in space and time.
As she stepped onto the last step, the entire Harmony Core was revealed before her.
It was a rhomboid crystal suspended in the void, its surface flowing with all the possibilities of time and space, countless images shimmering within the crystal, as dazzling as the Milky Way.
At its core, beating, was the size of an infant's heart, each beat causing the space to tremble, as if maintaining the operation of the entire universe.
"This is the price..."
Lingyue murmured to herself, finally understanding Wenli's choked sobs on her deathbed.
The core of harmony needs "existence" as fuel; only by completely abandoning all possibilities can true balance be achieved.
She reached out her trembling hand, but the instant she touched the crystal, Li Zhao's two wisps of battle spirit suddenly transformed into streams of light and entered her left and right atria respectively.
Warmth and coldness spread through her body simultaneously, the two forces converging at her heart.
“We have long been one of your possibilities.” Two voices overlapped in her mind.
Lingyue's pupils contracted sharply as she saw Li Zhao's figure appear on the surface of the Harmony Core.
Light and darkness merged perfectly within him, forming a dazzling sphere of light.
The next second, the sphere of light was torn apart by chaotic power, fragments scattering all around. From the depths of the rift came the maniacal laughter of a dark figure:
"You think you can win by breaking the paradox? The real chessboard never existed in the first place!"
The chaotic figure suddenly transformed into countless points of light, merging into the core of harmony.
The spacetime patterns on the crystal surface began to flow in reverse, and all the sealed "erroneous futures" surged out like a flood.
Lingyue was horrified to see countless cracks appearing in the sky of the real world, with scenes from different times and spaces overlapping:
A burning altar of light, an abyss shrouded in black mist, and...
The image shows her holding an infant in swaddling clothes.
The baby opened its eyes, which gleamed with a mysterious light, as if it had seen through everything.
"Choose a container."
The core of harmony emitted the whispers of millions, the sound echoing throughout the space.
"Either devour all possibilities and become the new creator...?"
Suddenly, the infant's heart at the core opened its eyes, and the darkness of its pupils reflected the destruction of the entire universe—a scene filled with despair and helplessness.
"Collapse with all of spacetime, returning everything to nothingness."
Within Lingyue's shadow, a new chaotic figure was slowly taking shape, holding in its hand the ultimate scepter pieced together from all the fragments. The scepter exuded a chilling aura, as if it could control the life and death of all things.