Legend of the Embroiderer

Chapter 392 Echoes of the Rift

The jade pendant in Lingyue's hand, riddled with cracks, emitted a dying hum, each crack oozing a ghostly blue light, like a flickering flame of life about to be extinguished, appearing exceptionally fragile against the deep backdrop of the dark dimension.

In the distance, tens of thousands of looms suddenly accelerated simultaneously, the roar of gears meshing like thousands of chariots crushing the ground at the same time, making her internal organs tremble violently.

On the surface of those looms suspended in the void, countless indifferent faces appeared, each one identical to the observer Lingyue, as if they were countless cold judges looking down on Lingyue's struggle.

"Don't you understand yet?"

The observer Lingyue's consciousness projection transformed into countless data streams, weaving through the looms. Voices came from all directions, carrying a chilling aura, "You think you can reverse things by collecting the jade pendants? These are nothing but bait set by higher-dimensional beings. You can never escape your fate of being manipulated!"

Lingyue endured the excruciating pain in her body caused by the resonance, feeling the burning sensation of the runes beneath her skin. Those runes seemed to be alive, swimming through her blood vessels, trying to assimilate her into a part of the observer.

She gritted her teeth and poured the last bit of her essence into the jade pendant. Her fingernails dug deep into her palms, and where the blood dripped, the ground was instantly corroded and charred.

The complete yin-yang symbol briefly bloomed in the void, its light like a rising sun illuminating a corner of the dark dimension.

The three looms that were closest to the explosion suddenly shattered in the light, and metal fragments fell like rain, but turned into black smoke the moment they hit the ground, from which more chaotic tentacles emerged.

These tentacles are covered with distorted human faces, the faces of the annihilated Mirror Warriors, their expressions frozen in their dying, emitting muffled roars.

Tentacles swarmed in like a spider web, and Lingyue fought back fiercely, wielding a short sword formed from light. With each tentacle she severed, black data would gush out from the wound, like living liquid, reforming into new tentacles, endlessly.

Just as Lingyue was beginning to lose her strength, the remaining consciousnesses in the pure white space suddenly began to chant in unison.

Their voices were ethereal and distant, as if they came from the ends of the universe. The fragments of the jade pendant in their hands turned into streams of light, like a cluster of stars converging and merging into the jade pendant in Lingyue's hand.

The cracks healed at a visible speed, and ancient runes appeared on the surface of the jade pendant, radiating a warm and powerful energy.

In the light, the phantoms of the first generation of guardians appeared and disappeared. Their clothing was completely different from what Lingyue had seen in the fragments of memory, and they radiated a holy glow.

"Remember, the observer's weakness... lies in the paradoxical space at the heart of the loom!"

The voices of the phantoms grew weaker and weaker until they finally dissipated in the light, leaving a blurry coordinate mark in Lingyue's mind.

Lingyue seized the opportunity and inserted the jade pendant into the dimensional rift beneath her feet.

The entire dark dimension trembled violently, and the space resembled a stirred ink painting, overflowing with colors.

A portal leading to the core of the loom slowly opened, and from behind the portal came the rumble of gears turning and the whispers of countless souls.

But before she could step inside, a pair of enormous chains suddenly emerged from the doorway. The chains were made of black rock, their surfaces covered with ancient runes, radiating a suffocating sense of oppression—the power of the giant eye from the deepest part of the darkness.

The observer, Lingyue, manifested from the loom group. Her body was completely digitized, and every movement was accompanied by a surge of data, as if she were a living program composed of countless 0s and 1s.

"You think you can find the core? You're too naive!"

She manipulated the chains to pull Lingyue toward herself, while simultaneously summoning twelve colossal figures of chaos.

These colossi are hundreds of feet tall, with skin made of lava, and wield giant blades powerful enough to tear through space. Every step they take creates ripples in the void.

Lingyue struggled desperately, but felt the chains tightening more and more, almost crushing her bones.

At the critical moment, the remaining source of light from when Li Zhao transformed into a gear suddenly awakened within Ling Yue's body, like a sleeping star suddenly erupting. A dazzling light burst forth from her chest, illuminating the entire dark dimension.

The chains shrieked in the light, then shattered into countless fragments and vanished into the air.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Lingyue rushed into the portal, and the sight before her made her pupils shrink.

She found herself in a paradoxical world: the sky was a burning ocean, the flames were a deep blue hue, and the waves surged without making a sound.

The ground is a flowing expanse of stars, with countless points of light converging into a river that meanders beneath your feet.

Countless "Observer Moons" and "Moon Moons" are fighting each other, and their attacks create countless new spacetime rifts. Each rift reflects a different universe, some being born and some being destroyed.

At the center of the world, a colossal loom, like a greedy beast, is devouring the entire space. At the core of the loom, a sphere that is constantly collapsing and expanding is suspended.

It is the collection of all dimensional possibilities, and the source of the observer's power.

"Want to destroy the loom? You'll have to get past me first!"

The true form of Observer Lingyue emerged from the rift. With a wave of her hand, all the "Observer Lingyue" ceased their fighting and raised the Chaos Scepter together, runes converging at the scepter's head into a black vortex.

Lingyue gripped the healed jade pendant tightly and discovered that the same runes as the phantom of the first guardian had appeared on it. Those runes were burning hot in her palm, as if they were echoing some ancient power.

She aimed the runes at the core of the loom, and the light emanating from the jade pendant collided violently with the dark power of the loom. A deafening roar echoed in the void, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared in the space like glass.

Suddenly, she saw Li Zhao's figure flash through the crack.

He was trapped at a certain point in time and space, his body was semi-transparent, and the gear structure behind him could be seen, and he was using his last bit of strength to try to destroy his own gears.

His eyes remained resolute, and despite his body being riddled with wounds, he continued to fight for Lingyue and for freedom.

"Li Zhao!" Lingyue's cry echoed in the paradoxical space, her voice filled with both pain and hope.

Observer Lingyue seized the opportunity, the Chaos Scepter piercing her heart. The spikes on the scepter's head magnified in her pupils, and the aura of death was overwhelming.

At the critical moment, Wenli's remaining consciousness suddenly awoke in the jade pendant, forming a golden shield, like a solid city wall, which blocked the fatal blow.

“Lingyue, the sphere at the core of the loom... is the anchor point used by the observers to balance all possibilities, but it is also their greatest weakness!”

Wenli's voice was urgent and firm, "Destroying the anchor point will cause the observer to lose control over the dimension!"

Lingyue gritted her teeth and poured all her power into the jade pendant. The light transformed into a sharp arrow that shot towards the core of the loom, the tip of the arrow gleaming with determination.

Cracks appeared on the surface of the sphere, the entire paradoxical space began to shake violently, the gears of the loom groaned under the strain, and some gears even began to disintegrate.

The observer, Lingyue, looked terrified and screamed, trying to stop them: "No! You can't..." But her voice was drowned out by the roar of the collapsing space.

Just as the sphere was about to explode, the giant eye in the deepest part of the darkness suddenly shot out a black beam of light, like a giant black python, which instantly repaired the crack.

The jade pendant in Lingyue's hand cracked again, and its light dimmed.

Behind her, countless phantom images of the Spirit Moon, controlled by the observers, were coalescing. The chaotic scepters in their hands were pointed at the Spirit Moon, their eyes cold and resolute.

An even more brutal final showdown is about to unfold, and the fate of Lingyue, as well as the survival of all dimensions, will be revealed at this moment...