Legend of the Embroiderer

Chapter 389 The Loom of Destiny

The moment that dazzling light erupted from beneath Lingyue's feet, the entire Chaos Realm trembled violently, as if a lake had been struck by a boulder.

The space seemed to be kneaded by an invisible hand, twisted into a huge vortex, emitting bursts of groans as if it could not bear the weight.

The giant's attack, imbued with an aura of destruction, was distorted and deformed under the light, as if it had lost its original power.

The once unbreakable dark chains melted away the moment they touched the light, just as spring snow melts under the blazing sun.

Black smoke, carrying a burnt smell, billowed from the chains, as if they were howling in pain.

Li Zhao keenly seized this fleeting opportunity. Without hesitation, he concentrated all his remaining power into the scepter of light, and then swung it with all his might. A slash carrying shattered light shot out like lightning.

Seeing this, Wenli dodged the attack with a swift movement.

Her movements were fluid and graceful, clearly the result of long-term training and practice.

When she looked down at the Key of All Things, which was slightly warm in her hand, her eyes revealed a look of struggle and confusion.

The runes on the surface of the Key of All Things, which were originally dull and lifeless, now began to writhe as if they were alive, as if they were resonating strangely with the light beneath Lingyue's feet.

"Impossible! A container shouldn't possess the will to resist!"

The Observer Giant let out a deafening roar of rage, the sound waves vibrating around them as if they were tangible, causing Lingyue and Li Zhao to bleed from their seven orifices.

The giant's body began to expand uncontrollably, and countless cracks appeared on its surface, which was interwoven with light and darkness. What flowed out was not the power of chaos, but a thick stream of data with a ghostly blue fluorescence.

These data streams intertwine and merge in the air, eventually converging into a gigantic, sky-covering, loom-like phantom.

Silvery-white silk threads weave between the gears and shuttles of the loom. Each thread connects to a different point in time and space, shimmering with a faint light. Lingyue and Li Zhao's figures are tightly bound by the two thickest threads, like marionettes unable to break free.

Lingyue suddenly felt the source of light and darkness within her body surging violently and uncontrollably, like boiling magma.

The power injected from countless time-space avatars has now transformed into threads gleaming with cold light, attempting to connect her to the loom along her meridians.

Her consciousness involuntarily flashed back to the sleeping "spiritual moons" in her consciousness space.

They were controlled by silver threads, quietly suspended in transparent cocoons, like exquisite exhibits.

A chill ran down her spine, and she gritted her teeth, whispering, "So we've always been just puppet strings on the observer's loom..."

The yin-yang fish pattern on his forehead flickered wildly, with light and darkness colliding fiercely within the pattern, trying to break free from this invisible constraint.

Li Zhao's condition became increasingly critical. His armor crumbled piece by piece under the erosion of chaotic power, and the parts of his body tainted by darkness began to crystallize. Ice crystal-like patterns covered his skin, and life vanished wherever he went.

But his gaze remained as resolute as a burning flame, as he forced himself to gather the last vestiges of his light into chains, binding Wenli's wrists. His voice was hoarse, yet every word carried immense weight:

"Quick! Destroy the loom! That's the core of the Observer's control over everything!"

Wenli's body trembled violently. Li Zhao's words were like a heavy hammer, shattering the seal on her memories.

Long-forgotten images flooded her mind like a tide: in ancient times, she was also a vanguard warrior against the observers, but after her defeat, her memories were erased, and she became a pawn guarding the container.

As Lingyue gathered her power to prepare for an attack, the loom suddenly emitted a piercing buzz and began to spin wildly at an accelerated speed.

All the threads seemed to be pulled by an invisible giant hand, beginning to flow backward. Lingyue was horrified to discover that her past memories with Li Zhao were being pulled away along the threads.

The thrill of their first encounter in the Mirror Palace, the tacit understanding of solving puzzles side by side in the Star Abyss, and the warmth of supporting each other on the edge of life and death—all these transformed into specks of light and were drawn into the loom.

"No! These are all real!"

She screamed in anguish, channeling all her power into her weapon as she slashed fiercely at the silk threads.

With each thread severed, more threads sprouted from the void like wicked vines, binding her and Li Zhao tighter and tighter.

The Observer Giant let out a piercing laugh, his body gradually merging with the loom, his voice filled with mockery and arrogance:

"Your resistance is merely an inevitable plot point in a higher-dimensional script."

The moment the containers develop self-awareness, a new experiment begins—to see how many cycles you can struggle through!

Before the words were even finished, the loom burst forth with a blinding light, the light interspersed with countless tiny runes, like shooting stars falling from the sky.

The moment Lingyue and Li Zhao were swallowed by the light, Wenli suddenly plunged the Key of All Things into her chest. The key resonated with the remaining rebellious consciousness within her, releasing a special energy fluctuation, like a faint yet tenacious ray of light, attempting to open a path to survival for the two.

When Lingyue opened her eyes again, she found herself in a pure white space, eerily quiet, with only countless fragments of broken memories floating like snowflakes.

Li Zhao was right beside her. The crystallization of her body had stopped, but her eyes were closed, and her consciousness seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.

In the distance, the familiar figure of a child walked slowly with light steps, the yin-yang pattern between his brows shimmering with a mysterious and warm light.

The child gently waved his hand, and a fragment of memory flew into Lingyue's hand, unfolding a scene before her eyes:

Above the observer's dimension, there exist ancient and powerful beings who are like guardians of the universe, protecting its "truth." The observer, on the other hand, is merely a rebel attempting to break through dimensional limitations, trying to achieve his ambitions by manipulating containers.

The child spoke, his voice tender yet filled with the weight of experience:

"You are the chosen disruptor, but to truly break free from the observer's control, you must confront 'yourself' in all of time and space—including the you who becomes the observer..."

As soon as the words were spoken, the pure white space began to collapse violently, and countless dark cracks spread like a spider web.

The black-robed spirit moons emerged one after another from the crack, their eyes as cold as frost, and the chaotic scepters in their hands exuding an aura of despair.

The leader, Lingyue, smirked with mockery, her voice filled with disdain:

"Thinking that having a child can change your destiny? That's too naive."

The observer's wisdom has already taken your every move into account..."

She waved her cane, and the entire space began to collapse rapidly. In the distance, the phantom of the observer's loom reappeared, this time operating several times faster than before. The sound of gears meshing was like a death knell, foreshadowing an even more cruel cycle about to begin...