Legend of the Embroiderer

Chapter 471 The Song of Destiny

The darkness, like thick asphalt, carried a nauseatingly sweet and pungent stench, permeating the vision of the merged entity.

The giant shadow's tentacles were like living creatures covered in barbs. Each tightening made her bones groan with a "crackling" sound. The rough skin scraped against her flesh, and excruciating pain shot through her body like an electric current.

Just as her consciousness was about to be swallowed by darkness, the starlight from the old man's scepter pierced her meridians like a scorching dagger.

This force dispelled the black robe mist that was eroding her consciousness, allowing her to see the strange runes densely covering the surface of the tentacles.

Those twisted lines were greedily absorbing the surrounding energy in sync with the giant shadow's pulse.

“These patterns… are exactly the same as those on the first observer's stone tablet!”

The fused entity gritted its teeth, enduring the nauseating taste of blood in its mouth, and exerted all its strength to gather the power of the Star Eye.

The tri-colored light, like boiling magma, surged and rolled in his eyes, intertwining with the silver patterns and making a sizzling sound.

As the power continued to converge, the surface of the fused entity's tentacles began to be scorched with black marks, and a pungent smell of burnt flesh mixed with a fishy odor filled the air.

Just then, the giant shadow's counterattack came like a storm. A huge eye suddenly opened, its surface filled with nebula-like patterns and emitting a chilling purple light.

This purple light was like a tangible blade; wherever it passed, space seemed to turn into fragile glass, shattering into pieces in an instant.

Faced with such a fierce attack, the guardian did not back down. He roared and swung the Star Chaos Sword in his hand, charging forward to meet the attack head-on.

In an instant, the sword blade and the purple light collided with a deafening roar.

The shockwave from the impact swept in like a raging tsunami, instantly overturning most of the altar.

Bronze fragments from the altar were scattered like raindrops.

The eerie blue sphere floating in the ruins suddenly trembled violently, and the patterns on its surface lit up with an eerie light, projecting countless pulsating images.

The merged entity struggled to capture information amidst the torrent of images, and finally, her gaze locked onto the mysterious woman at the far end of time and space.

The threads of fate entwined around the woman's fingertips were identical to the patterns on the core of chaos. "So this is the balance Xiaoying spoke of..."

The fused creature's fingernails dug deeply into its palms, dark purple lines meandering across its skin like living snakes.

"It's not about forcibly rewriting things using the loom, but about severing the source of the manipulation!"

The colossal shadow seemed to sense her sudden realization, its thousands of tentacles contracting wildly like mad pythons. Spiderweb-like cracks began to appear on the guardian's translucent body, as silver-black and scarlet powers clashed violently within him, each conflict causing him to let out a painful roar.

At the critical moment, spacetime suddenly distorted into colorful ripples, and a mysterious woman carrying a harp walked in on light.

With each step she took, lotus flowers bloomed beneath her feet, their petals swirling with mysterious runes.

As the strings trembled slightly, the originally sharp and piercing laughter of the Chaotic Infant transformed into a gentle lullaby.

"The blood of the observer should not be bound by chaos." The woman's voice was ethereal and distant. Her fingertips brushed across the strings, and golden sound waves, like sharp blades, instantly severed the tentacles that entangled everyone.

The fusion entity seized the opportunity and connected the azure sphere with the silver markings on its chest.

In an instant, the gears of the loom of fate began to turn in reverse, their speed increasing dramatically, producing a deafening roar.

All the masked "selves" in parallel universes froze simultaneously, their battle halberds shattering inch by inch, turning into specks of starlight and dissipating.

This powerful force also triggered a terrible backlash—the chaotic core began to expand rapidly, and the blue light left by Xiaoying formed warning runes on the core's surface, each character radiating a chilling light: "Forced reversal will plunge the universe into eternal night."

Memories of the black-robed figure before his disappearance flooded the merged entity's mind like a tidal wave. She saw that a thousand years ago, the first observer, in order to fight against the gatekeeper, resolutely used half of his own heart to create the Chaos Core, but he did not expect that the core would gradually go out of control due to its excessive pursuit of balance, and become a tool for destruction.

"So the core of chaos itself is the greatest imbalance!"

As the fusion entity gazed at the pained face of the first observer appearing on the core surface, it finally understood the profound meaning of Xiaoying's dying words.

True balance comes from returning all forces to their source, rather than from relying on coercive means.

The mysterious woman suddenly tossed her harp towards the merged entity, her eyes filled with pity and expectation:

"Use it to play the final chapter of your destiny! But know that this melody will forever erase the trace of your existence."

The fused entity trembled as it caught the harp. At that very moment, the guardian's sword, the old man's scepter fragments, and Xiao Ying's blue light simultaneously transformed into streams of light, flowing into the strings.

When she plucked the first string, the entire universe seemed to hold its breath, and spacetime began to tremble violently.

The colossal shadow let out a mournful roar, the runes on its tentacles melted away like ice and snow, and the air was filled with the crackling sound of energy dissipating.

However, the expansion of the chaotic core is nearing a critical point and could trigger the destruction of the universe at any moment.

Amidst the stirring melody, the merged entity saw a black-robed figure from a parallel universe emerging from the shadows.

They removed their cold masks, revealing faces identical to the guardians, but with smiles of relief in their eyes.

"We willingly become sacrifices!"

Countless figures in black robes shouted in unison, their voices echoing throughout the universe, before transforming into streams of black light that surged headlong into the core.

The cracks on the core surface began to heal slowly, but the fused body also became increasingly transparent in the melody, with each note taking away her life force.

"Sister!" Xiaoying's voice suddenly came from the blue light, with a familiar playfulness.

Do you remember the fireflies when we first met?

Memories flood back – that peaceful summer night, when fireflies used their blue light to guide lost children home, their smiles brighter than starlight.

The fused entity smiled through its tears, channeling its last ounce of power into the strings. As the final notes resounded, the Chaos Core transformed into a pure crystal, radiating a soft light.

The colossal shadow dissipated into countless stars, adorning the night sky. The merged form, too, faded with the melody, leaving only a faint halo.

The guardian tried with all his might to grab her hand, but only managed to grasp a faint wisp of starlight.

The mysterious woman sighed softly, plucked the strings of her zither, and collected the starlight into its case: "The observer's mission has never ended."

She gazed at the distant rift in spacetime, where a brand new infant of chaos slept peacefully in the starlight, its appearance pure and harmless.

And countless new threads of destiny are quietly growing from the zither case, extending into unknown times and spaces.

When the guardian looked down, he found a mark on his palm that resembled the silver pattern of the fusion body. Deep within the mark, the faint melody of a harp could be heard, as if telling an unfinished story.