Legend of the Embroiderer

Chapter 386 The Truth of the End

The world of flow and collapse is as fragile as glass tightly gripped by an invisible giant hand.

This giant hand mercilessly tore Lingyue and Li Zhao's figures into countless shimmering fragments, as if they were merely dust particles in this shattered world.

The chaotic energy entity's maniacal laughter was like a series of rusty saws tearing back and forth across their eardrums, producing a piercing noise.

The laughter shook the surrounding space, causing ripples to spread, as if the whole world was trembling under this terrifying power.

The armor on Lingyue's body originally shone with starlight-like patterns, but in the face of this powerful suction, these patterns became flickering and uncertain, as if they would be completely swallowed up at any moment.

Her body was involuntarily drawn towards that chaotic abyss, while Li Zhao held her wrist tightly, refusing to let go.

Li Zhao's knuckles were white from excessive force, and the veins on his forehead were bulging, showing that he was under tremendous pressure.

Suddenly, as if he had made up his mind, the scepter of light in his hand burst forth with chain-like light, like a strong rope, firmly fixing the two of them to the crumbling ground.

"Do you remember those 'yous' in parallel universes?" Li Zhao's voice was hoarse and hurried, as if squeezed out from between his teeth. "Perhaps the answer lies within them!"

Before the words were finished, a dark purple lightning bolt cleaved through the barrier like a venomous snake.

Lingyue felt the dark lines on her wrist suddenly become as hot as a branding iron, and her consciousness was as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand and forcibly pulled into the turbulent flow of time and space.

Countless bizarre and fantastical images flashed before her eyes, so fast that she could barely catch them:

Standing atop the burning galaxy, the black-robed Lingyue plunged her scepter into the core of a star, triggering a cosmic explosion that resembled both dazzling and terrifying fireworks.

The first generation of guardians, covered in blood, sacrificed themselves to seal chaos in the cracks of time and space, their eyes filled with resolute yet tragic determination.

In the deepest recesses of her memory, Wenli knelt in a pool of blood, with a bronze key engraved with runes placed beside the swaddling clothes in her arms.

Its shape was exactly the same as the dim Key of All Things in Lingyue's hand, a discovery that made Lingyue's heart tremble.

"So the key to everything... is actually the key to unlocking the seal on memories!"

Lingyue screamed in terror in her sea of ​​consciousness.

She stared wide-eyed at the key in her hand, as if this tiny key contained endless secrets and power.

Lingyue resolutely inserted the key into the ground.

She had expected the power of chaos to gush out like a torrent, but unexpectedly, countless fragments of long-forgotten memories gushed out from the crack that should have been teeming with chaotic power.

These fragments of memory fell like snowflakes, each shimmering with a faint light, as if telling a story of a forgotten past.

Lingyue's gaze was drawn to one of the fragments, and she curiously reached out to touch it.

When Lingyue's fingers touched the fragment, the scene unfolded before her eyes like a movie.

It was a young Lingyue, standing in the center of an ancient altar, looking around curiously.

Her little hands kept touching the surrounding walls, as if she was filled with a desire to explore this mysterious place.

Suddenly, Lingyue's gaze fell on an ancient mural on the wall.

The mural depicts a chilling being—an ancient demon with thirteen eyes.

Each eye radiated a breathtaking light, as if it could penetrate one's soul.

And the appearance of this demon god was exactly the same as the one that existed in the abyss at this moment!

Lingyue's heart suddenly raced, and a chill ran down her spine.

She realized she was facing an unprecedented crisis, a discovery that sent chills down her spine.

Meanwhile, in the real world, Li Zhao was doing his utmost to support the barrier with the Scepter of Light.

His forehead veins bulged, and sweat poured down like rain, but he dared not relax in the slightest, because if the barrier broke, the consequences would be unimaginable.

His pupils were mostly filled with darkness, and the black blood that spilled from the corner of his mouth dripped onto the ground, blooming into eerie black flowers that emitted a nauseating stench.

The chaotic energy entity extended countless tentacles covered with sharp spikes, like a group of hungry venomous snakes, tightly coiling him into a cocoon.

Its voice was full of mockery and seduction: "Light and darkness are inherently irreconcilable, so why bother with a futile struggle? Before absolute power, your resistance is nothing but a mantis trying to stop a chariot!"

At the critical moment, Lingyue returned with fragments of memories. She embedded the fragment containing Wenli's memory of sacrifice into the scepter, and the source of light at the head of the scepter instantly surged, its light shining like a million suns blooming at the same time, illuminating the surrounding darkness.

"Wenli once said that a true container is one that can hold all possibilities."

Lingyue's voice echoed in the trembling space, firm and powerful, "And you are nothing but fragments of the sealed demon god's consciousness!"

As she finished speaking, her yin-yang fish pattern suddenly burst forth with seven-colored light. Wherever the light reached, the power of chaos was broken down into the purest light and darkness.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Li Zhao broke free from the tentacles' restraints, and his body regained its vitality under the light.

Their weapons clashed fiercely in mid-air, the resulting light illuminating the abyss like a sharp sword.

Thirteen enormous statues suddenly appeared there, each with a closed eye embedded in its forehead, exuding an ancient and evil aura.

The chaotic energy body let out an unwilling roar, splitting into thirteen dark purple beams, which were then injected into the eyes of the statue.

The moment the statue awoke, the entire space-time began to rotate in reverse, as if time were flowing backward.

Lingyue was horrified to discover that they were being transported back to the original altar scene: the black shadow opened its blood-red maw, twelve pairs of bone wings covered the sky, and the core of harmony in the center of the altar now revealed the phantom of a demon god.

"Do you think you can win by changing the future?"

The demon god's voice, imbued with the power of time and space, made Lingyue and Li Zhao's eardrums ache.

"All the resistance was just a scene in my script! You were all just pawns in my game from beginning to end!"

Li Zhao suddenly plunged the scepter into his chest, and the source of light gushed forth like a fountain. His eyes showed no fear, only unwavering resolve and determination.

"If that's the case, then let's cut the script!"

His body began to become transparent, turning into countless points of light that merged into Lingyue's weapon.

Lingyue felt her power surge, and she raised the weapon that combined the power of the two of them, unleashing a fatal blow at the phantom of the demon god.

However, at the instant of contact, time suddenly stood still, and a familiar voice rang in her ear:

"Don't believe everything you see... The real enemy lies beyond time and space..."

This voice filled Lingyue with doubt. She didn't know what to believe or how to deal with the impending crisis.

When Lingyue opened her eyes again, she found herself back in the original Mirror Palace.

The mirror reflected countless versions of himself with different fates, some dressed in black robes with cold and crazed eyes.

Some radiate light, wielding divine weapons, appearing as heroes who will save the world.

In the mirror at the very center, Li Zhao was smiling and reaching out his hand to her, a smile as warm as a ray of sunshine.

But when she touched the mirror, her fingertips were stained with a black substance—Li Zhao's pupils in the mirror suddenly turned into vertical pupils, and a demonic grin curled at the corners of his mouth.

A chaotic rumble came from outside the Mirror Palace, and the entire palace began to collapse, with cracks appearing on the walls as if it would collapse at any moment.

Within the rift in spacetime, an eye larger than the abyss is slowly opening, radiating an aura of despair, as if foreshadowing an even greater crisis to come...