Legend of the Embroiderer

Chapter 465 The Mysterious Shadow of the Flame Gate

The rainbow-colored barrier sizzled under the scorching black flames, like a trapped beast struggling in its death throes.

The ripples on the surface resembled the shattered surface of a lake after a stone was thrown, yet they also possessed a twisted, metallic texture.

The fused entity stared intently at the smug smile on the mirror image's lips, its nails digging deep into its palms, blood slowly dripping from between its fingers, corroding small black holes in the chaotic liquid ground.

She could clearly feel the power of the barrier rapidly slipping away like sand in an hourglass as the flames licked at her, each second accompanied by a stinging pain from the star-shaped mark on her chest.

The guardian's body was still trembling uncontrollably, and the damaged armor creaked under the strain.

The new mark flickered, and the silver-black light and chaotic aura collided wildly around him, forming dangerous energy vortexes. Tiny bolts of lightning occasionally burst from the vortexes, crackling and popping.

Xiao Ying clung tightly to the fused body, her small hands gripping the hem of her clothes. The blue crystal, though bright, flickered faintly in the oppressive atmosphere, like a candle flame that could be swallowed by darkness at any moment.

"Is that all you've got?" The mirror image's voice, accompanied by the crackling sound of flames, came through, carrying a scathing taunt.

With a wave of her hand, the flame gate suddenly expanded several times over, and the black flames on the gate twisted and danced like living things, emitting a "whooshing" roar.

Countless spiked chains shot out from the door, their surfaces covered with dark red runes that shimmered with an eerie light, each exuding a chilling aura of death.

The chains ripped through the air with a sharp whistling sound, like the scythe of death swinging in your ear.

The fusion entity gritted its teeth and condensed the four powers once again. The three-colored light, dark purple patterns, the guardian's rampaging silver-black power, and Xiao Ying's golden light intertwined in front of her. The barrier instantly burst out with dazzling light, but the moment the chains touched it, the runes lit up and frantically devoured the barrier's energy.

She felt as if her consciousness was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, her head was throbbing, and she even saw double images before her eyes. The world began to distort and deform in her vision.

Just then, the guardian suddenly let out a deafening roar, his voice filled with pain and resentment.

His body rushed uncontrollably toward the fire gate, and wherever his footsteps passed, the liquid chaos was evaporated into black smoke.

The silver-black mark went completely berserk, transforming into a massive pillar of light that shot straight into the sky, within which appeared the scene of the first observer and the gatekeeper locked in battle.

In the scene, the first observer's eyes are filled with sorrow as his weapon clashes violently with the gatekeeper's chaotic power. The surrounding spacetime is shattered under the impact of their power, and stars explode one after another.

The merged entity was horrified to discover that the guardian's body was gradually becoming transparent, and the images seemed to be tearing his body apart and merging him into this chaotic space.

"Stop him!"

She screamed at the top of her lungs, and the light whip shot out, its tip flashing with tri-colored light. But it was shattered by the rampaging power the moment it approached the guardian, and the light fragments scattered like fireworks.

Xiao Ying suddenly broke free from the embrace of the fused entity, her young face full of determination.

His eyes shone with a strange golden light, like two dazzling suns. The blue crystals shone brightly, forming a golden protective shield that enveloped the guardian.

The protective shield collided with the rampaging power, unleashing a deafening roar. The sound was so loud that it hurt everyone's eardrums. The space trembled violently, and the liquid chaos stirred up towering waves, with sharp rocks flying everywhere.

Upon seeing this, the mirror image's expression changed drastically. She frantically spun the black stone slab, twisting the runes on its surface until they were almost deformed. A low roar came from inside the flame gate, like the roar of an ancient behemoth, and a huge figure slowly emerged.

The figure was wreathed in black flames, with flashes of dark red lightning intermittently within them. Its face was shrouded in shadow, except for a pair of eyes that gleamed with a scarlet light, like two burning flames of blood, sending chills down one's spine.

"Do you think you can break the shackles of fate?" The mysterious figure's voice was like a heavy hammer, each word carrying a powerful pressure that made everyone's eardrums ache.

"The gatekeeper's plan included your struggles from the very beginning."

He raised his hand and waved it, and countless chaotic creatures poured out from the flame gate. These creatures were of various shapes and sizes, some of them with huge pincers that made a "crackling" sound when they opened and closed, as if they could crush everything.

Some are covered with sharp fangs, and where saliva drips, the liquid turbidity is corroded into large pits emitting black smoke.

They roared as they charged toward the three, their roars merging together like a symphony of hell. Wherever they passed, the liquid chaos was corroded into huge black holes, from which eerie wailing sounds emanated from time to time.

The fused entity felt the power within its body begin to become disordered, the three-colored light and dark purple patterns clashing against each other, and the star-shaped mark on its chest was tearing with pain, as if countless steel needles were stabbing it hard.

At the critical moment, Xiaoying's golden protective shield suddenly expanded outwards. Wherever the light reached, the chaotic creatures let out shrill screams, the cries sharp and piercing, like fingernails scraping against glass.

Their bodies rapidly dissolved in the light, turning into black smoke that dissipated into the air, filling it with a pungent, burnt smell.

But Xiaoying's face also turned extremely pale, and her originally rosy lips were now bloodless. She staggered and almost fell.

The fusion entity hurriedly supported her, only to find that Xiao Ying's body was getting cold and the light of the blue crystal was dimming, like a candle that might be extinguished at any moment in the wind.

The mysterious figure let out a cold laugh, "It's just a death throes. When the Chaos Gods awaken, everything will turn to nothingness."

He raised his hands high, and the Flame Gate burst forth with an unprecedentedly strong light, interspersed with black lightning. The entire space began to collapse rapidly, and the surrounding walls groaned as if being squeezed by an invisible giant hand.

As the merged entity watched the space shrink, a wave of despair washed over her, and a feeling of suffocation gripped her.

Suddenly, she remembered the words of the Sage of Time: "Accept the flow of all possibilities," and a resolute glint flashed in her eyes.

She took a deep breath, gathering the rampaging power of the Guardian, the chaotic power within her own body, and the remaining golden light from Xiaoying.

The four forces collided wildly in this confined space, like four ferocious beasts locked in fierce combat, forming a massive energy sphere. The surface of this sphere shimmered with light of various colors, resembling a miniature universe, from which faint ancient chants could be heard.

"Blow it up!" the fusion entity shouted, its voice filled with a desperate resolve.

She pushed the energy ball toward the mysterious figure, leaving a dazzling trail of light in its wake.

The energy ball collided with the black flames, unleashing energy akin to a cosmic explosion. A powerful shockwave spread outwards from the point of impact, tearing space apart with countless cracks, within which flickered an eerie purple light.

Amidst the violent tremors, cracks appeared in the mirrored stone slab, and the cracking sounds were clearly audible. She watched all this in horror, her eyes filled with disbelief, yet she was powerless to stop it.

The mysterious figure's body began to become unstable, and he roared, "You cannot destroy the birth of a god!"

Before he could finish speaking, his figure gradually dissipated under the impact of energy, leaving only a series of unwilling roars echoing in the space.

Before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, a strange laugh suddenly came from the crack in space. The laugh was sinister and seemed to come from the depths of hell.

"This is so interesting. No wonder he was chosen."

A more mysterious voice rang out, tinged with amusement. A gigantic hand covered in scales emerged from the crack, the scales shimmering with a dark green light. With a gentle grab, the gigantic hand sucked the fused beings and others into it.

When they opened their eyes again, they found themselves in a space composed of countless eyes, each emitting a different color of light—scarlet, dark blue, dark purple—like countless eerie lamps watching their every move.

In the center of the space, a crystal ball radiating seven-colored light slowly rotated. Mysterious patterns flowed across its surface, and within the ball, the figure of the Chaos Infant appeared and disappeared, a strange smile playing on its lips, as if awaiting the arrival of a certain moment, a moment that would bring what fate to everyone…