Legend of the Embroiderer

Chapter 487 The Lies of the Creation Timeline

Crimson ripples spread across the edge of the spacetime rift, the ripples like a beating heart, each contraction spreading outwards with dark purple energy waves.

The guardian stared intently at the red light dancing on the stone slab. The light twisted and deformed on the surface of the slab, as if it were struggling and writhing with life.

He hesitated for a moment, feeling the warmth of the lightsaber at his fingertips. The newly added golden patterns on the blade were faintly hot, as if urging him to move forward.

He finally gripped his lightsaber and leaped into the crevice. The moment his body passed through the crevice, a scorching stream of air rushed towards him, carrying a pungent smell of sulfur and metal that made him cough involuntarily.

He crashed heavily onto the obsidian floor, the hard surface making his internal organs churn, and a sharp pain shot through his wrist.

The sight that greeted me when I looked up overturned all my understanding – the Creation Spacetime was not the chaotic birthplace described in the records, but a giant altar built from the remnants of countless stars.

The star debris varied in color, some appearing charred black from burning, while others retained a dazzling golden light. They were layered upon each other, forming a massive staircase that encircled the center of the altar.

A colorful nebula floats in the center of the altar. The colors of the nebula are dazzling, with red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet intertwined, like an overturned palette.

At the core of the nebula, there is a swirling ball of white light, the embers of the Big Bang, radiating a warm and powerful aura.

However, within the supposedly pure light, wisps of dark purple chaotic power were entwined, gnawing at the origin of creation like venomous snakes, each writhing causing the white light to dim a little.

The guardian looked down at the stone slab. The red coordinates were firmly pointing to the core of the nebula. The entrance to the rift behind him closed rapidly after he stepped in, turning into a wall of light flowing with dark purple energy. Ripples surged on the surface of the light wall, and the distorted spacetime outside could be vaguely seen.

"It seems the goddess of fate has ill intentions." He stroked the newly added golden patterns on the blade, which seemed to flow across the blade like living things, bringing a strange warmth.

Suddenly, the sound of rolling stones came from behind, "crash—crash—", the sound echoing across the empty altar, sending chills down one's spine.

From the star debris at the edge of the altar, a group of half-mechanical, half-chaotic creatures emerged. Their bodies were made of rusty metal and dark purple muscles. The metal surfaces were covered with rust and scratches, and the dark purple muscles had bulging veins that writhed continuously.

Its head is a single eye that flashes red, filled with a bloodthirsty desire. In its hand, it holds a serrated energy blade, the surface of which shimmers with a dark purple light.

The leading creature emitted a synthesized, electronic roar, its voice hoarse and shrill, like static from an old radio:

"Outsiders, this is a forbidden zone of creation! Unauthorized intruders will die!"

It swung its energy blade, the blade reflecting the eerie runes at the top of the altar, which flashed through the air.

The guardian dodged to the side, moving as nimbly as a raccoon. The energy blade drew a string of sparks across the obsidian ground, which then transformed into tiny chaotic worms upon landing. The worms were pitch black, their bodies twisting and writhing as they frantically gnawed at the rocks, leaving behind tiny holes.

During the fierce battle, the guardians discovered that the joints of these creatures were inlaid with symbols identical to those on the black-robed man's compass, the symbols shimmering with a dark purple light.

He severed the leader's arm with a single sword strike. Dark purple, viscous liquid flowed from the mechanical wreckage, forming the words "Source of Chaos" on the ground. The characters were distorted and deformed before evaporating into black smoke, from which came wails.

"These monsters were created using the energy of the Source of Chaos."

His heart sank as he suddenly remembered the words the Elder of the Forgotten Time hadn't finished speaking, and an ominous premonition welled up in his heart.

At this moment, the stone slab suddenly trembled violently, and the runes on its surface resonated with the nebula at the top of the altar, emitting a "buzzing" sound.

The nebula's rotation accelerated, forming a massive vortex that projected a stunning image:

In the beginning of the universe, in the void, a white light suddenly shone, splitting into two forces.

The golden power of creation and the dark purple power of chaos coexist harmoniously, like the yin and yang of Tai Chi, mutually dependent and transforming into each other.

But the scene suddenly distorted, and a figure draped in the robes of the goddess of fate appeared. Her face was cold and her eyes were filled with greed. She pierced the core of the chaotic power with her scepter, sealing it in a dark region at the edge of the universe. The golden power was thus thrown off balance, losing its restraint, and began to frantically devour the surrounding spacetime, leaving behind only emptiness.

"This is the truth..." The guardian's pupils shrank, and his heart was filled with shock. It turned out that the chaotic power, which had always been regarded as evil, was actually from the same source as the power of creation.

The golden patterns on the lightsaber suddenly became hot, the temperature rising higher and higher as if it were about to burst into flames. The cyborgs collectively turned towards the core of the nebula, their single eyes simultaneously blazing red light, the radiance blindingly bright.

Their bodies began to melt, turning into dark purple energy streams that flowed into the nebula, making the dark purple chaotic power at the nebula's core even more concentrated.

The white light at the core of the nebula was quickly swallowed up, revealing the black sphere inside—the true form of the source of chaos. The surface of the sphere was as smooth as a mirror, and it was even imprinted with spiral patterns identical to the observer's bloodline, with dark purple energy flowing within the patterns.

"No wonder chaos can corrupt observers..."

The Guardian suddenly realized that the Observer's bloodline was so deeply connected to the source of chaos.

Suddenly, soft footsteps sounded behind me, "tap, tap, tap," which were particularly clear on the deathly silent altar.

The goddess of fate stood at the edge of the wall of light, her figure elegant yet exuding an indescribable sense of oppression. The gem at the top of her scepter shimmered with red light, echoing the color of the source of chaos.

"It seems you've discovered something you shouldn't know."

Her voice was soft, yet carried a chilling killing intent. Her long robe fluttered without wind, revealing arms covered in dark purple scales that shimmered with an eerie light, mirroring the chaotic aura emanating from the black-robed figure.

"Creation and chaos are one, interdependent, and indispensable."

"Back then, in order to monopolize the power of creation, I fabricated the lie that chaos was evil, so that the world would despise it."

The guardian pointed his sword at her, the blade flashing with an unpredictable light.

"So you've always wanted to awaken the Source of Chaos in order to re-integrate the two powers and become a unique creator god?"

The goddess of fate let out a silvery laugh, a laugh tinged with madness and obsession, like the ravings of a madman:

"That's right! Once I become the complete creator god, all of space and time will become my toys! Including you and the fused entity, you will all be pawns on my chessboard, at my mercy!"

She waved her scepter, and twelve metal pillars suddenly rose from the edge of the altar. The pillars were covered in creation runes, and energy cannons atop them were aimed at the guardian, their muzzles gleaming with golden light. "Taste the power of creation!"

Golden beams of light rained down like a storm, so dense that there was nowhere to hide.

The Guardian plunged his lightsaber into the ground, and a barrier of silver and gold rose up, barely managing to withstand the beam's attack. However, each impact caused the barrier to shake violently, forcing him to retreat repeatedly, leaving two deep scratches on the obsidian floor with his feet.

At that moment, the source of chaos at the core of the nebula suddenly erupted, and dark purple energy formed a huge vortex. The vortex spun at an extremely fast speed, generating a powerful suction force that swallowed up all the beams of the goddess of fate.

A familiar voice came from the vortex, clear and authoritative: "Sister, you are still so greedy. So many years have passed, and you haven't changed at all."

A woman resembling the goddess of fate emerged from the vortex. Her entire body was composed of dark purple energy, and her figure was elusive. She held half of a black stone tablet in her hand, which was covered with chaotic runes.

"I am the true Lord of Chaos. When you sealed me away back then, I deliberately injected a portion of my power into the bloodline of the Observer, just to wait for this day to take my revenge on you!"

The goddess of fate turned deathly pale, her eyes filled with terror and disbelief: "Lord of Chaos? You're still alive! This is impossible!"

She turned to run away, but was caught by an energy chain thrown by the Lord of Chaos, which wrapped around her ankle. The chain was covered with barbs that embedded themselves deeply into her skin.

Two figures engaged in a fierce battle at the core of the nebula. The collision of the power of creation and the power of chaos generated a huge energy shockwave, causing the entire altar to shake violently. Countless star debris fell from the sky, like a meteor shower.

The guardian seized the opportunity to rush towards the red coordinates, where the ground cracked open, and golden light shimmered within the cracks, revealing the second feather of the Key of Destiny, which exuded a gentle and pure aura.

But when he reached out to take it, Guangyu suddenly transformed into the form of a young fused being, holding half a black stone tablet in her hand. The chaotic runes on the tablet were exactly the same as those in the hands of the Lord of Chaos.

"To obtain the key, one must accept the inheritance of the power of chaos and become one with it."

Her eyes shimmered with a golden-purple light, like two intertwined stars, "just like the first observers. Only in this way can one truly grasp the key to destiny."

The Guardian suddenly recalled the images from the Star Chart Observatory. The heart that the mentor of the first observer had dug out also contained such a two-colored light, which was proof of the fusion of the power of creation and chaos.

Just as he was about to ask a question, the Goddess of Fate was suddenly cast into the nebula by the Lord of Chaos. As she fell, she uttered a hysterical curse, her voice filled with resentment and bitterness:

"If I can't have it, no one else can!"

She unleashed the power of creation within her, and the massive explosion caused the entire altar to collapse, sending stones flying. The vortex of the source of chaos expanded wildly, like a hungry beast, sucking everything into it.

In the chaos, the young fusion entity stuffed the light feather into the guardian's hand. The light feather was warm to the touch and instantly merged into his body, a powerful force flowing through his entire body.

"Go find the last ten keys; they can rebuild the seal on the source of chaos and stop all of this."

Her body began to turn transparent, like a flickering candle in the wind. "Remember, the man in black robes is actually..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was swallowed by the chaotic vortex and disappeared into the vast darkness.

The guardian was thrown back by the energy wave, his body tumbling in the air. Before losing consciousness, he saw the figure of the Lord of Chaos overlap with the black-robed man's mist in the vortex, the two merging together and emitting an even more terrifying aura.

The next coordinate projected by the stone slab points to the guardian's own past.

The golden age of hope and peace, before the observer civilization was destroyed.