Legend of the Embroiderer

Chapter 479 The Summoning of the Eye of Destiny

The guardian staggered into the castle, the ground behind him cracking inch by inch under the erosion of the chaotic power, like a wound torn open by the claws of a giant beast, constantly churning out dark purple mist.

The crimson sky, like a giant blood curtain, was reflected on the distorted relief of human faces on the wall. Those faces, still wet with blood and tears, suddenly twisted and deformed, emitting a piercing scream, the sound as sharp as fingernails scraping metal.

His face transformed into black mist that coiled around his ankles, cold and sticky, trying to drag him into the churning lava below.

He swung his sword, cutting through the mist. The air hissed as the blade sliced ​​through the air, but he discovered that where the blade touched, more dark purple light seeped from the cracks in the relief, like a giant beast opening countless eyes, radiating a chilling aura.

The air inside the castle was as thick as solidified asphalt, and every breath carried a rusty, sweet smell, as if one were inhaling hot blood rather than air.

The guardians followed the faint guidance of the armor runes as they traversed the spiderweb-covered corridors.

The spiderweb glowed with an eerie, dark blue light, each strand of silk as strong as steel, trembling slightly as he passed by, as if sensing the approach of its prey.

As we passed through an archway engraved with ancient star maps, the ground suddenly cracked open like a spiderweb, and with a loud "boom," dozens of vines covered in barbs burst forth from the earth.

The tips of the vines glowed with a poisonous, eerie green light, just like the chaotic tentacles he had seen in the rift of time and space, and the air was filled with a nauseating stench of decay.

He swung the Chaos Light Sword, slashing as the blade collided with the vines, sparking dazzling flames. However, the vines' sap corroded the blade, creating tiny holes. Puffs of white smoke rose up, and the pungent smell made his eyes water.

"Foolish ants, thinking you can find a way to survive in my nest?"

The voice of the Chaos Infant came from all directions, accompanied by the clattering sound of gears turning, as if the entire castle had become his loudspeaker.

The castle's dome began to slowly rotate, creaking and groaning, like a giant awakening after a thousand years of slumber.

The dome gradually revealed the enormous mechanical device hidden above—countless chains crisscrossing like threads in a giant spider web, with hundreds of crystal coffins hanging from their ends.

The people sleeping in the coffins all had faces similar to the guardians. Their skin was as pale as paper, and the chaotic mark between their brows was like a demon about to awaken, appearing and disappearing with their breath, as if waiting for a certain moment to arrive.

At the critical moment, the runes on the Guardian's armor suddenly shone brightly, quickly forming an arrow that pointed towards a thorny path.

The thorns were an eerie blood red, each one sharp as a needle, exuding a chilling aura.

He gritted his teeth and charged into the thicket of thorns. The thorns pierced the gaps in his armor, each one turning into a fine needle that sucked blood. Excruciating pain shot through his skin, and blood dripped down the thorns, blooming into crimson flowers on the ground.

When he finally stumbled out of the thorns, his armor was riddled with holes, and his clothes were stained red with blood.

He found himself in a circular hall with a floor paved with black marble engraved with mysterious runes that shimmered faintly in the dim light.

A beating heart floated in the center of the hall, its surface covered with observer runes, yet flowing with dark purple blood—the very heart of the first observer he had seen in the illusion of the stone tablet.

His heart pounded with a "thump-thump" sound, each beat seeming to strike his heart, and the surrounding air vibrated in response.

"So the 'Eye of Fate' is..."

The guardian's whispers were interrupted by the sudden clanging of chains.

Twelve white-robed figures emerged from the shadows, their footsteps light and silent, like ghosts.

The silver markings on their chests transformed into twelve keys, the gleaming tips of which resonated with the suspended heart, emitting a buzzing sound.

The white-robed man at the head of the group sneered, his smile sinister and eerie, his eyes gleaming with greed.

"You think finding the core will reverse the situation? The first Observer had already hidden the activation device for the 'Eternal Prison' in its own heart."

Before he finished speaking, twelve silver keys suddenly shot out at great speed, forming a cage in the air to trap the guardian.

The runes that appeared on the key's surface continuously absorbed his power, and the light of the Chaos Lightsaber gradually dimmed, turning from a dazzling brilliance into a faint candlelight.

From the depths of the castle came the mournful cry of the merged entity, a sound so shrill and desperate that it pierced every nerve of the guardian like a sharp blade.

He recalled the image left by the fused entity in the crystal ball fragment—in a corner of spacetime, she knelt before the statue of the first observer, holding half a stone slab engraved with "Eye of Fate" in her hand, her eyes filled with determination and resolve.

"The curse of bloodline needs to be ended by bloodline."

The guardian suddenly bit the tip of his tongue, and a bloody taste filled his mouth.

He sprayed blood imbued with the power of chaos onto the cage. The moment the blood touched the silver key, it emitted a piercing scream, like a wounded beast.

The runes began to twist and disintegrate, and the flickering light gradually dimmed.

He seized the opportunity to swing his lightsaber and cleave the cage in two. The lightsaber collided with the cage, producing a tremendous roar, and fragments of the cage scattered everywhere.

They discovered that the white-robed man had inserted twelve keys into the heart of the first observer, whose heart burst forth with a blinding light that illuminated the entire hall. A huge star map appeared on the floor, with each constellation on the map shimmering with a mysterious light. At the center was the same pattern as on the fused stone tablet.

Just then, the castle shook violently, as if a strong earthquake had occurred, and stones fell from the walls.

A dark purple beam of light shot into the sky, with strange runes flashing within it and emitting a hissing sound.

The Guardian looked up and saw the Chaos Infant holding aloft the dark purple core of the fusion, with the phantom of the first observer appearing on the core's surface.

"The so-called Eye of Fate is nothing more than the final mechanism to open the ultimate prison."

The laughter of the Chaos Infant distorted the star map, filled with madness and triumph: "When the observer's heart resonates with the core of the container, the entire universe will become my prison!"

The guardian felt the power of his bloodline begin to run rampant and out of control. Black lines crawled up his neck and cheeks, causing a burning pain wherever they went.

He staggered toward the center of the star map, his steps unsteady, each step feeling like a struggle in a quagmire.

Just as he was about to touch the pattern, the ground beneath his feet suddenly collapsed, making a loud "boom".

In the instant he plunged into darkness, he reached out and grabbed a broken stone pillar. The rough surface of the pillar made his palm ache.

Surprisingly, the back of the stone pillar was engraved with the words "fusion".

"What reverses the curse is not power, but..." The words were not finished when they seemed to be suddenly interrupted.

A strange sound of water came from below, the "splashing" sound particularly clear in the silence.

The guardian looked down and saw countless reflections of himself on the dark water.

Some of these reflections are clad in black robes, with cold and evil faces.

Some turned into skeletons, their empty eye sockets gleaming with a ghostly green light; the only thing they had in common was the dark purple madness that flickered in their eyes.

The water surface suddenly churned, accompanied by a "glug glug" sound, and a giant hand covered in scales burst out of the water. The hand was enormous, and its nails were as sharp as knives.

What he held in his hand was the half of the stone tablet that the fusion entity had lost.

Deep within the water, a giant pupil slowly opened. In the center of the pupil, four ancient runes, "Eye of Destiny," were circulating, emitting a chilling and mysterious light that seemed to conceal endless secrets and dangers.