Legend of the Embroiderer

Chapter 502 Backlash of the Origin Power

The seven-colored light resembled a boiling ocean, each ray containing the power to tear apart chaos. The moment the guardian's consciousness merged with the primordial power, it was as if it had been thrown into the furnace of the universe's birth.

Countless images of the origins of parallel universes exploded in his mind: the golden blood of the Creator God dripping into the ripples of the Sea of ​​Nothingness, the roar of the Lord of Chaos tearing apart the energy flow, the sigh of the Goddess of Fate as she wove the threads of destiny...

These most primordial fragments of memory, like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, formed a complete cosmic map deep within his consciousness.

"We've found their connection point!" The consciousness of the fused entity intertwined with his consciousness, forming a four-colored light rope that extended along the veins of primordial power.

At the core of the energy body, the black threads of the Lord of Nothingness and the gray energy net of the Weaver are intertwined like a noose. Each entanglement of the two forces flickers with an ominous black-gray light. These nodes, through the veins of the energy body, form a hidden resonance with the black spots remaining in the cosmic network.

The guardian mobilized the four powers within his body, channeling them into the nodes along the four-colored light ropes.

Golden primordial power attempted to dismantle the structure of the threads, while dark purple void power seeped back into the gray energy network. Gray chaotic power created a buffer between the two, and white life force, like a precise scalpel, cut at the weakest point of the nodes.

"Sizzle—" The first node burst open under the impact of the four-colored power, and the black threads and gray energy net burned fiercely like an oilcloth that had been set ablaze.

The guardian felt a sense of relief as the vibrations of the energy body noticeably weakened. However, before he could catch his breath, more dark gray threads suddenly emerged from the torn joint. These threads re-entered at an even faster speed, their strength increasing several times over.

"They are absorbing the power of origin to evolve!" The consciousness of the fused entity was filled with panic. She saw that the light of the energy core was being gradually polluted by the black and gray threads, and the originally warm seven-colored light was turning into a cold gray haze. "The Lord of Nothingness had long anticipated that we would do this. He implanted fragments of his own consciousness into the threads!"

The energy body suddenly contracted violently, and the consciousness of the guardian and the fused entity was violently pulled towards the core. The surrounding seven-colored light twisted into countless pained faces, these faces belonging to the creator gods and lords of nothingness from various parallel universes, their expressions filled with despair.

The primordial power is being pushed to the brink of collapse by two external forces, and it has begun to instinctively turn against all intruders, including the guardians who are trying to save it.

"We must make the power of origin recognize us!" The guardian's consciousness cried out amidst the violent tremors.

He projected the runes of the Observer's Badge into the core of the energy body through his consciousness. The runes burst into a dazzling light the moment they came into contact with the dark gray node. The originally contaminated light patterns receded like ice and snow encountering the sun, revealing the pure seven-colored veins underneath.

This is the oldest inscription of the covenant between the Observer civilization and the Primal Force. Before the cosmic network was formed, the first Observers swore an oath with their souls and the Primal Force:

At the cost of the observer's existence, the balance of all forces is maintained. At this moment, this rune acts like a key, temporarily suppressing the backlash of the primordial power.

The fusion entity seized this opportunity and transformed all the beliefs of the cosmic network life stored in the memory crystal into a white torrent that flowed into the core.

Wherever the torrent passed, the dark gray nodes exploded, and the entanglement of the threads and energy net showed signs of loosening.

In the white torrent, countless tiny specks of consciousness cry out. These are the beliefs of new life on the colorful planet, the knowledge sleeping in the Library of Oblivion, and the yearning of every reflection in the City of Mirrors—the common will of all existence for "survival".

"Impossible!" The fragments of the Void Lord's consciousness roared in despair within the node.

The dark gray threads suddenly surged, weaving a giant cocoon on the surface of the energy body, enveloping the entire energy body within it.

Countless eyes emerged from the surface of the cocoon. These eyes opened simultaneously, shooting out gray beams of light that pinned the guardian and the fused entity to the spot by their four-colored light ropes.

The Guardian felt his consciousness being slowly stripped away, and the backlash from the source power, coupled with the double strangulation from the Void and the Web Weaver, brought him to the brink of collapse.

Cracks began to appear at the edge of his consciousness, and the fearful figures he had defeated—the black-robed man, the gray-robed guardian, and the black-robed fusion—appeared and disappeared within the cracks, as if they might break free of their restraints at any moment.

Just then, a violent tremor came from outside the energy body. Through the gaps in the cocoon, the guardian saw that the huge, colorful planet at the center of the cosmic network was disintegrating, and twelve beams of colored light shot out from the planet's debris, like twelve spears, precisely piercing the dark gray cocoon.

The beams of light contain the power of primordial consciousness, and the surface of each beam is covered with the oldest characters of the observer's civilization. These characters combine to form the original covenant between the creator god and nothingness: "Balance is not stillness, but flowing harmony."

"It's the original consciousness!" The consciousness of the merged entity was revitalized.

The twelve beams of colored light echoed the four-colored light ropes, cutting twelve cracks on the surface of the cocoon. Seven-colored light burst forth from the cracks, forming a closed loop with the life force of the cosmic network.

The Guardian suddenly realized the fatal flaw of the Lord of Nothingness and the Web Weaver—they only knew how to oppose and devour, but did not understand the true meaning of "flow".

He and the fused entity made a decision simultaneously: to abandon the forced separation of the two forces and instead guide the four forces and the primordial force to form a spiral-shaped cyclical flow.

Golden primordial power propels black threads, dark purple ethereal power pulls a gray energy net, gray chaotic power reconciles the conflict between the two, and white life force provides the driving force for the cycle.

The four forces are no longer cutting blades, but guiding rivers, rotating along a spiral trajectory with tangled black and gray nodes.

A miracle occurred. Driven by the cyclical flow, the entanglement of the black threads and the gray energy network began to become orderly. The two forces no longer destroyed each other, but instead formed a dynamic balance like the yin and yang symbols.

As they rotated, they gradually shed their dark gray color, transforming into a pure dark purple and gray light, merging into a seven-colored sea of ​​light imbued with the power of origin.

The vibrations of the energy body completely subsided, and the dark gray cocoon vanished like melting snow.

The consciousnesses of the Guardians and the Fusion were suspended in the center of the sea of ​​light. They could clearly feel that the power of origin had accepted these two foreign forces. The black spots remaining in the cosmic network were extinguishing one by one, and the eyes hidden in the spatial ripples had also disappeared without a trace.

"We did it..." The consciousness of the fused entity was filled with weary joy. Her figure gradually solidified in the sea of ​​light, and the memory crystal in her hand turned into a stream of light, merging into the core of the energy body. "The firewall of the cosmic network has been repaired. The Web Weaver will not be able to intrude again for a short period of time."

The Guardian looked down at its own ideology, the four-colored light more condensed than before, the runes of the Observer's Badge on its chest shimmering with a soft light, the black spot in the center completely gone, replaced by a flower pattern woven from the four forces.

He felt his connection to all the parallel universes become clear, and the pulse of each universe felt as real as his own heartbeat.

However, just as he was about to leave the realm of the primordial power with the fused entity, a strange fluctuation suddenly arose in the sea of ​​light.

A star map unlike any seen before emerged from the core of the energy body. At the end of the star map was a distorted spatial coordinate, surrounded by twelve black stars, each emanating an aura that was of the same origin as the Lord of Nothingness, yet far more ancient.

"Where is this place?" The consciousness of the merged entity touched the star map, which suddenly transformed into a black rift. From within the rift came countless overlapping whispers. These whispers belonged neither to the Lord of Nothingness nor to the Weaver of the Web, but to a more ancient and majestic will speaking.

The guardian's consciousness suddenly throbbed with intense pain; he saw a memory sealed away by the power of origin:

Before the creation of the cosmic network, there existed an ancient universe composed of pure nothingness. The ruler of this universe was not the Lord of Nothingness, but an being known as the "God of the End."

The God of the End was sealed at the end of time and space in the battle with the God of Creation, and the Lord of Nothingness was merely a fragment of his consciousness that had escaped.

"So the Lord of Nothingness was just a facade..." The Guardian's consciousness was chilled to the bone. He finally understood why the black spots on the Observer's badge were so stubborn, and why the Weaver's energy net could easily merge with the power of nothingness.

Behind all of this, the shadow of the God of the End is manipulating things.

Suddenly, the star map at the core of the energy body lit up, and twelve black stars exploded simultaneously. A giant hand covered in black scales emerged from the rift. At the fingertips of the giant hand was a ring with the same coordinates as the star map. The black gems embedded in the ring reflected a vision of the future of the cosmic network: all parallel universes withered in the light of the black stars, eventually becoming nourishment for the awakening of the God of the End.

"Your efforts have only cleared obstacles for me."

A voice, colder and more majestic than that of the Lord of Nothingness, came from the crack, causing the entire domain of primordial power to tremble: "The moment the primordial power accepts nothingness is the key to my breaking of the seal."

The consciousness of the guardian and the fused entity was pinned to the spot by the pressure of the giant hand. Their newly restored power was as fragile as a candle in the wind in the face of this ancient power of nothingness.

The energy body's seven-colored light began to dim rapidly, clearly unable to resist the power of the God of the End.

Just as the giant hand was about to seize them, the Observer's Badge on the Guardian's chest suddenly flew out and transformed into a four-colored light shield in front of them.

The flower pattern on the light shield bloomed, and the twelve petals reflected the phantoms of twelve colorful planets. These phantoms emitted their last rays of light, temporarily blocking the giant hand's attack.

"Enter there!" The fused entity's consciousness pointed to a closing golden portal at the edge of the energy body, within which the outline of the Forgotten Library could be vaguely seen. "Only by finding the End Seal method recorded by the Observer Civilization can we have a chance to stop him!"

The guardian dragged the consciousness of the fused entity toward the portal of light, while the furious roar of the God of the End echoed behind them.

The golden portal closed the moment they entered, keeping the terrifying giant hand out.

A second before consciousness fully entered the portal, the guardian saw the seven-colored light of the energy body completely extinguished, the domain of primordial power was turning into pure black, and the black rift, like an abyss that devoured everything, began to slowly move toward the direction of the cosmic network.

The dome of the Forgotten Library unfolds overhead, with countless floating books emitting a soft glow.

The Guardian and the Fusion returned to their physical forms, but both were pale, and the Observer badges on their chests were flashing a faint red light. This time, the flower patterns on the badges were withering away one by one.

"The seal on the God of the End will be completely lifted in three months."

The fusion entity opened a floating ancient book; the text on the pages was fading rapidly. "The knowledge of the library is being corrupted by his power. We must find a way to seal it before all the records disappear."

The guardian looked toward the tightly closed bronze door deep within the library. The door was engraved with the highest-level prohibition runes of the Observer civilization, and it was said that the truth of the battle between the Creator God and the God of the End was recorded behind the door.

At this moment, a wisp of black mist, identical to that in the crack, was seeping from the gap in the bronze door. From within the mist, the low laughter of the God of the End could be faintly heard.

They knew that the real battle had only just begun. And this time, they faced the oldest darkness since the birth of the universe, the will of the end that even the power of the origin could not withstand.

The library's books continue to disappear, and with each book that disappears, it means that a method to stop the God of Ending is lost forever.

The guardian gripped the fused body's hand, and the four-colored light re-condensed in their palms. No matter how dark the road ahead, they had to keep going.

For all life in parallel universes, for those who trust them, and to prove that even the fate of the end can be rewritten by the belief in existence.