Legend of the Embroiderer

Chapter 385 Echoes of Time and Space

The roar of the abyss, carrying ancient malice, struck Lingyue's eardrums as if it were a tangible force.

The weapon in her hand shone like a candle flickering in the wind, and chaotic power meandered upwards along the rune patterns. Every inch of its erosion was accompanied by excruciating pain, as if countless tiny steel needles were pricking at her very essence.

Li Zhao staggered as he plunged the Scepter of Light into the ground. The source of light embedded in the head of the scepter burst forth with dazzling light, forming a ripple-like shield of light around the two of them.

The surface of the light shield was covered with holy patterns, but under the terrifying pressure of the collapsing world, it continued to twist and deform. Dark purple cracks spread like a spider web, and each crack emitted a sharp buzzing sound, as if announcing the fragility of the defense line.

"Lingyue, do you still remember the vow we made when we first met?"

Li Zhao's voice was torn to pieces by the howling chaotic wind, and the light and darkness in his pupils surged violently like boiling molten lava, the boundary blurring at a visible speed.

"Whether what lies ahead is an abyss or purgatory, we must walk together."

Before the words were finished, the mirror image of the spirit moon, corrupted by chaos, appeared like a ghost.

The chaotic artifact in her hand swirled with an eerie purplish-black aura. With a casual wave, a dark purple energy wave tore through space, distorting the air into vortexes wherever it passed, and instantly disintegrating the rubble and dust along the way into nothingness upon contact.

Lingyue struggled to maintain her kneeling position. Suddenly, the yin-yang fish pattern within her body reversed direction, and the forces of light and darkness collided violently in her meridians, causing excruciating pain that nearly made her faint.

Her hair moved without wind, each strand shimmering with a golden-purple hue, and the veins beneath her skin bulged out like burning fire lines.

"The belief that Wenli protected with her life, and the seal that the first generation of guardians fought so hard to seal, must not be broken in our hands!"

She bit her tongue, and her blood-stained roar transformed into a dazzling golden pillar of light that shot into the sky.

Li Zhao understood immediately, gripped the Scepter of Light tightly, and all the runes on the scepter lit up, intertwining and entwining with the golden pillar of light in the air to form a giant net woven from light and darkness, temporarily trapping the dark purple energy wave within it.

The Mirror Spirit Moon let out a sharp, cold laugh, its laughter accompanied by countless distorted echoes.

The runes on the surface of the Chaos Artifact moved as if they were alive, and the entire desolate world began to tremble violently.

The shattered stars floating in the sky seemed to be crushed by an invisible giant hand, turning into a meteor shower that fell to the ground, each meteor leaving a deep, bottomless scorch mark on the ground as it streaked across the sky.

The huge footprints on the ground oozed black slime, which quickly coalesced into a hideous monster.

Some of them had huge mouths full of sharp teeth, while others had limbs as flexible as octopus tentacles, emitting a nauseating stench, and lunged at Lingyue and Li Zhao with bared teeth and claws.

"You think you can resist with this little strength?" Mirror Spirit Moon's voice had a harsh, metallic quality. "Look behind you."

The moment Lingyue and Li Zhao turned around, their pupils contracted violently with fear.

Thirteen pitch-black cracks in the abyss are expanding wildly, like the gaping maw of a giant beast.

Ancient beings slowly crawled out of the cracks, their bodies formed from thick darkness, their surfaces covered with writhing tumors and bone spurs.

The leading being had three enormous vertical pupils on its head, which could tear space apart with each opening and closing. The black beams it emitted were like a giant scythe, instantly tearing a huge gap in the light net.

The monsters seized the opportunity to swarm forward, their claws and fangs scraping against the light shield with a piercing sound.

At the critical moment, Lingyue suddenly recalled the image of Wenli before her death.

The image of myself as an infant, the blood-stained words on the fragments, and the crucial clue of "emotional resonance."

She turned to look at Li Zhao, and in the instant their eyes met, countless memories flooded back:

The resolute act of Li Zhao shielding her from a fatal blow in the Mirror Palace, the tacit understanding between the two as they worked together to solve the mystery in the Star Abyss, and the heartwarming moments of supporting each other on the brink of life and death.

After their emotions erupted, the threads of fate binding them suddenly burst forth with intense light, the threads intertwining and entwining, eventually weaving into a suit of armor shimmering with starlight.

The weapon in Lingyue's hand shone brightly again, ancient runes appeared on its blade, and Li Zhao's scepter of light also burst forth with a dazzling white light that purified everything.

"Break!" The two roared simultaneously, channeling all their power into their weapons.

A massive sword aura, a fusion of light and darkness, shot into the sky. Wherever the sword aura passed, space was torn apart. Monsters turned to ashes the moment they came into contact with the sword aura. Even the tentacles of the ancient beings were severed. Black blood rained down, corroding the ground and creating sizzling pits.

The mirrored moon remained unmoved.

She raised the Chaos Artifact high, chanting incantations. A crack appeared at the top of the artifact, from which emerged a chaotic hand that blotted out the sky. The palm was covered with twisted eyes, each radiating a maddening light, and it viciously grabbed down at Lingyue and Li Zhao.

Just as the Hand of Chaos was about to touch the armor, the dark patterns on Lingyue's wrist suddenly burst forth with a dazzling red light.

Her consciousness was forcibly pulled into a mysterious space, where countless shimmering orbs of light floated, each orb reflecting a version of herself in a parallel universe.

Some of the "Spirit Moons" stood atop mountains of corpses and seas of blood, clad in black robes and holding scepters.

Some are fighting alongside the first generation of guardians, with a burning sky behind them; others are huddled in dark corners, their bodies gradually becoming transparent and dissipating.

Deep within these clusters of light, Wenli's figure appeared and disappeared, the fragment in her hand emitting a warm glow, as if guiding the way.

When Lingyue's consciousness returned to reality, her eyes became more determined than ever before.

She poured all her power into the weapon, and the same diamond-shaped pattern as the Harmony Core appeared on its surface, causing it to radiate a burst of light.

"I am not anyone's vessel, I am Lingyue!"

As she cried out, a beam of light, containing all the memories and emotions of time and space, burst forth from the weapon. This light contained Wenli's sacrifice, the belief of the first generation of guardians, and all the moments she and Li Zhao had shared along the way.

The light, like a colossal blade that split the heavens and the earth, shot straight toward the hand of chaos.

The moment the light collided with the power of chaos, the entire world fell into an eerie silence.

Intense energy fluctuations formed a huge spherical barrier, enveloping everything within it.

Just when everyone thought victory was in sight, the Chaos Artifact suddenly emitted a piercing buzzing sound.

Mirror Spirit Moon's body began to expand rapidly, with purple energy surging beneath her skin. Her face gradually blurred, eventually transforming into a chaotic energy body that constantly changed shape.

"You think this is the end of it?"

Countless voices overlapped from the chaotic energy body, each carrying different spatiotemporal characteristics. "The true chaos has only just begun."

Before the words were even finished, the entire world began to collapse at a visible speed, huge cracks appeared on the ground, and pieces of the sky fell like shattered mirrors.

Lingyue and Li Zhao were pulled towards the chaotic energy body by a powerful suction force, and their armor cracked under the impact of the chaotic power.

Behind them, from the thirteen pitch-black cracks, even more powerful ancient beings slowly emerged. The aura emanating from them distorted the space into a vortex, and in the vertical pupils of the leading being, the struggling figures of Lingyue and Li Zhao were reflected...