Legend of the Embroiderer

Chapter 483 The Truth About the Chaos Core

A tearing pain shot through every inch of his skin, as if a thousand scorching steel blades were simultaneously churning inside him. The Guardian felt as if his body was being crushed into dust by an invisible force, only to be instantly reformed.

Each time the particles recombine, it is accompanied by a stinging pain like an electric current running through his body, and his nerves are almost numb from this repeated torment.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself suspended in a dark purple chaotic core, surrounded by thick, asphalt-like mist. Amidst the churning mist, countless glowing runes could be vaguely seen rising and falling.

Each rune emitted a cold, eerie blue light, and a sharp buzzing sound rose and fell, like eerie whispers from the depths of chaos, echoing incessantly in his ears, making his eardrums ache.

The figure of the Chaos Infant was faintly visible deep within the core, enveloped in layers of dark purple light, like a demon from the abyss.

He held the fused body, its form as fragile as glass, aloft, his wild laughter echoing through the chaotic space, filled with madness and triumph:

"Welcome to the end of everything, Observer!"

Before the words were finished, countless chaotic tentacles surged in from all directions. These tentacles were covered with twisted and deformed eyes and sharp fangs. Each eye gleamed with scarlet killing intent, and the fangs dripped with a pungent and putrid slime.

The guardian gripped the sword, which was infused with the power of chaos and purification. The silver vortex on the sword shone brightly, and wherever the light touched, the air hissed and burned. The tentacles that approached were instantly vaporized, turning into wisps of black smoke that dissipated into the air.

At this moment, the figure of the mysterious black-robed man slowly emerged from the chaos like a ghost. With each step he took, the chaotic mist beneath his feet parted to the sides like a tide.

The compass in his hand emitted a strange light, its golden halo standing out against the dark purple background. With each turn, a crack would appear in the surrounding chaotic space, revealing glimpses of other dimensions.

"You've finally arrived, pawn of fate."

The black-robed man's voice was deep and hoarse, as if it came from an ancient tomb, carrying the vicissitudes of time and mystery: "I am the weaver of time and space, and the most trusted ally of the first observer, yet I am also the one who pushed him into the abyss."

The Guardian's pupils constricted, and flames of rage ignited in his eyes. Without hesitation, he drew his sword and charged forward to seek justice for the first Observer.

The moment he took a step, he found his movements became unusually slow, as if he had sunk into a sticky swamp.

The man in black robes raised his hand and waved it lightly. A golden chain shot out like a serpent, instantly trapping him.

The chains were covered with mysterious runes, which flickered and continuously drew power from him. "Don't rush, let me finish."

The Chaos Infant was originally a vessel created by the First Observer to counterbalance the power of chaos, but it unexpectedly developed self-awareness.

And the sword in your hand is the key to unlocking its core seal.

The black-robed man's words struck the guardian's heart like a heavy hammer, leaving him dizzy. He recalled the fearful yet expectant look in the young fusion's eyes on the altar, and a strong sense of unease welled up within him.

"And what about the fusion entity? What role does she play in this conspiracy?"

He asked through gritted teeth, his voice filled with anxiety and anger.

“She is the last hope of the first Observer.” The man in black robes slowly removed his hood, revealing a face etched with the marks of time, his wrinkles crisscrossing like ravines, his eyes filled with guilt and regret. “Back then, I was corrupted by chaos, my mind was lost, and I misled the first Observer into injecting a portion of his power into her bloodline.”

The half-stone slab in her hand was actually a key item used to seal the Chaos Infant.

Before the man in black robes could finish speaking, the Chaos Infant suddenly let out a deafening roar, and the entire Chaos Core began to tremble violently, as if the end of the world was about to come.

The spatial rift continued to expand, and dark purple lightning raged within it, crackling and popping.

The Chaos Infant viciously hurled the fused body's shell at the Guardian, grinning maliciously:

"Since you want to know the truth, then you'll all be buried with us!"

The fused body began to disintegrate in mid-air, turning into countless dark purple specks of light, like fireflies dancing in the sky, converging towards the guardian.

Seeing this, the man in black robes became tense and anxious, and hurriedly waved the compass, which shone brightly.

"Quick! Use the power of purification to awaken her consciousness!"

The guardian endured the excruciating pain caused by the conflict between the two forces within his body; veins bulged on his forehead, and large beads of sweat rolled down his face.

He activated the purifying power within the sword and infused it into those points of light.

Miraculously, the points of light began to recombine, and the fused entity slowly opened its eyes. The gloomy haze in its eyes was gone, replaced by determination and hope, like a beacon in the darkness.

"I've waited too long for this moment." The fused entity's voice was soft yet firm, carrying a composure born of experience.

She reached out and touched the Guardian's sword. In an instant, the two forces resonated, forming a dazzling pillar of light that shot straight to the top of the Chaos Core. Wherever the light touched, the chaotic energy dissipated.

The Chaos Infant watched all this in horror. Cracks began to appear on his body, from which dark purple energy seeped out. He roared:

"Impossible! You can't break my seal!"

However, just as the dawn of victory was about to break, the black-robed man's eyes suddenly turned crazed and greedy, and a sinister smirk curled at the corner of his mouth.

He suddenly raised the compass and pointed it at the Guardian and the merged entity.

"You think I've truly repented? How naive! Only by gathering the bloodlines of the Chaos Infant, the Sword of the Observer, and the Fusion can I become the true Lord of the Universe!"

As he spoke, he chanted an obscure and difficult-to-understand incantation, and the light emitted by the compass enveloped the Chaos Infant, the Guardian, and the Fusion.

In the light, the guardian felt his power being constantly drained away, his body as if being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, making it difficult to breathe.

Meanwhile, the Chaos Infant and the fused entity were struggling in agony, their screams echoing through the chaotic space.

In the distance, the sword on the altar suddenly emitted a bright light, and the gem on the hilt resonated with the mark on the guardian's palm.

A faint voice echoed in his mind: "Believe in yourself, the curse of your bloodline will eventually be broken..."

The guardian gritted his teeth, struggling to stay conscious, his resolve growing stronger.

When the light faded, the guardian found himself back in the real world, surrounded by ruins.

The once-brilliant galaxies are now nothing but broken star remnants, floating in the dark universe.

The Chaos Infant and the fused entity were nowhere to be seen, while the man in black robes stood at the center of the universe, his body constantly expanding and gradually merging with the chaos.

He raised his hands high, laughing wildly: "From this moment on, I am chaos, and chaos is me! And you, the observer, will witness the end of the universe!"

The laughter was filled with evil and arrogance, as if the entire universe was under his control.

The guardian gripped his sword tightly, gazing at the faintly visible spatial rift behind the black-robed man, where a familiar figure seemed to be calling to him.

He knew this was not the end; the real battle had just begun.

In a corner of the universe, the half of a stone tablet in the young fusion's hand suddenly glowed, and the runes on the tablet began to rotate on their own, as if foreshadowing that the gears of fate had begun to turn anew, and a new adventure and challenge was about to begin.