Legend of the Embroiderer

Chapter 387 The Chaotic Embryo Movement

Thick, asphalt-like black mist seeped from the cracks in the Mirror Palace. As if it had a life of its own, the black mist climbed upwards along Lingyue's ankles in wisps, causing a burning pain to her skin wherever it passed.

She jerked her hand back as if she had touched a scorching hot iron.

Li Zhao's sinister smile in the mirror became increasingly distorted, his entire face seemed to be pulled apart by an invisible force, and his features were almost out of place.

The entire mirror began to flow with black liquid, which snaked across the ground like a living snake, eventually converging into the outline of a demon god identical to that in the abyss. Its scarlet eyes stared intently at Lingyue, sending chills down her spine.

In the distance came the crisp sound of mirrors shattering one after another, like an eerie symphony.

Countless "spiritual moons" emerged from the mirror, creating a scene that was both breathtaking and chilling.

The man in black robes brandished the Chaos Scepter, each swing unleashing a black hurricane that distorted and deformed space wherever it went.

In her luminous form, her eyes were empty and lifeless, and the scepter in her hand was dripping with corrupted black blood. Wherever the blood dripped, the ground was instantly corroded into bottomless pits.

These mirror images of Lingyue seem to be personifications of different branches of Lingyue's destiny, but at this moment they have all become enemies blocking her way.

"Welcome to the other side of the truth."

A familiar voice came from behind her, and Lingyue tensed up, slowly turning around.

Li Zhao, who should have turned into specks of light, was now wearing dark patterned armor, the surface of which shimmered with an eerie purple light. A miniature chaotic disc floated between his forehead, the runes on the disc constantly flashing and emitting a chilling aura.

His gaze shifted constantly between gentleness and coldness, as if two completely different souls were vying for control of the body. "You think you can escape by cutting off the script? Don't forget, even memories themselves are tampered with, creating a prison."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and summoned twelve chains, each wrapped with a ghostly blue flame, and each chain was entwined with the afterimage of Lingyue in different times and spaces.

Those lingering images, whether struggling in pain or numb and listless, silently tell the story of the suffering they once endured.

Lingyue gripped the weapon that combined the power of the two of them, but was horrified to find that the runes on the weapon were fading and the light was becoming dimmer, as if it were being constantly devoured by some powerful force.

Suddenly, the images she had seen in the time-space turbulence flashed through her mind, and a sense of determination welled up in her heart.

She plunged the Key to All Things into the ground with all her might.

With a loud "boom", the floor of the Mirror Palace cracked open, revealing the bronze altar buried deep underground.

The altar was covered with ancient and mysterious runes, and the central groove fit perfectly with the key.

The moment the key was inserted, the entire palace began to rotate in reverse, and countless fragments of memory peeled off the surrounding walls like snowflakes, piecing together a shocking scene.

The first generation of guardians did not seal away the demon god, but were trying to summon some more powerful being. Their faces were filled with fanatical and twisted expressions, as if they were being controlled by some kind of power.

"This is the real history."

Li Zhao's voice was mocking, and black mist seeped from the gaps in his armor. The mist condensed in the air into hideous faces, emitting a series of shrill screams. "Wen Li is nothing more than a chosen spreader of lies, while you, from birth, are the perfect embryo of a vessel."

Thirteen stone pillars rise around the altar, each carved with images of Lingyue from infancy to the present day.

In the final scene, she transforms into a scepter in the hand of a demon god, piercing through the entire universe. Stars shatter under her attack, plunging the universe into darkness and chaos.

Suddenly, the black-robed Lingyue sprang into action, slamming the Chaos Scepter towards the altar.

Lingyue dodged to the side with lightning speed.

But the next moment, she was horrified to discover that her shadow was separating from her body and gradually coalescing into a new entity.

The shadowy figure had icy eyes and a cruel smile on its lips. A black dagger appeared in its hand and it stabbed towards Lingyue's heart.

Even more terrifying, the giant eye outside the mirror palace began to weep. Each tear that fell created a new spacetime vortex, and the powerful suction pulled everyone in the mirror palace into different dimensions.

Before being swallowed by the vortex, Li Zhao threw out half a fragment of light, his voice filled with anxiety and reluctance: "Go to the rift in time and space... find the real..."

Before he finished speaking, his figure disappeared into the turbulent currents, leaving only the half-fragment of light shimmering faintly in the air.

Lingyue was swept into a pure white space, where countless glowing threads floated, each thread tied with a fragment of memory.

These threads intertwine to form a vast network.

She grabbed the nearest thread, and her consciousness was instantly pulled into a memory.

What she saw was the image of herself pushing Wenli into the abyss. The shock and despair in Wenli's eyes deeply pierced Lingyue's heart.

It turns out that the so-called guardian was actually a pawn sacrificed to ensure the container's smooth growth, and everything he had always believed in was nothing but a carefully woven lie.

Anger and despair surged into her heart at the same time, and her weapon suddenly burst forth with seven-colored light, illuminating the entire pure white space.

The threads began to flow in reverse, revealing the hidden ultimate truth:

Beyond spacetime, there exist "observers" who control everything. They use countless universes as a chessboard, all to cultivate a perfect vessel capable of withstanding the power of chaos, and Lingyue is the target they have chosen.

When Lingyue breaks free from her memories, she finds herself on the edge of a time-space rift.

Here, shattered stars and distorted fragments of spacetime float, like remnants of the universe.

Deep within the rift, Li Zhao's fragments of light are battling against countless dark forces.

The dark forces surged in like a tide, attempting to devour the fragments of light.

Just as Lingyue was about to go to provide support, the space beneath her feet suddenly collapsed, and she fell into a deeper chaotic realm.

There, she saw the same inscription carved on the back of thirteen statues:

"When the observer arrives, only by devouring all possibilities can one become a new player."

These inscriptions shimmered with an eerie light, as if telling Lingyue a shocking secret.

Just then, familiar footsteps sounded behind me.

Lingyue turned around abruptly and saw Wenli standing there unharmed, holding the complete Key of All Things in her hand.

Wenli's eyes were as cold as frost, and a smile that was exactly the same as the Demon God's was curled up at the corner of her mouth. That smile made Lingyue feel extremely unfamiliar, as if the person in front of her was no longer the Wenli she knew.

"It's time to wake up, my vessel. The real game is just beginning."

As she spoke, she inserted the key into Lingyue's chest, and excruciating pain instantly swept over Lingyue's entire body.

In her agony, Lingyue saw her body begin to turn transparent, and at the edge of the chaotic realm, a door emitting an eerie light was slowly opening, behind which came countless whispers:

"Welcome to the observer's realm..."

The voice was both alluring and malevolent, as if beckoning Lingyue toward an unknown and terrifying fate.