Legend of the Embroiderer

Chapter 505 The Truth About the Chaos Observer (2)

"It seems I have no choice but to forcefully activate the Heart of Chaos." The old man's badge suddenly pierced his own heart, and his body transformed into a silver-gray stream of light, rushing towards the Guardian's chest. The other observers in the ring energy field followed suit, their figures transforming into streams of light and merging into the ring energy field, making the energy field's light even more dazzling.

The armored observer roared, breaking free of his chains with all his might and hurling the broken sword at the Guardian: "Use your chaotic power to sever the control! The sword contains the consciousness of all the rebels!" The broken sword drew a silver arc in the air, and countless faces of the rebels appeared on the blade. The moment these faces touched the Guardian's chest, they suddenly turned into silver specks of light and merged into the chaotic patterns.

The Guardian felt a surge of new power within him—a power that contained both the origin of chaos and the will to resist. The silver-gray patterns were no longer simply an invader, but began to form a new balance with the golden and dark purple light. The three powers intertwined and condensed in his palm into a longsword interwoven with silver, gold, and purple.

"This is the true power of chaos!" The armored observer smiled with satisfaction amidst the chains. "Not devouring, but merging and transcending!" His body suddenly erupted with dazzling light, tearing a crack in the ring-shaped energy field with his last strength. "Quick! Go to the black star belt at the end of spacetime, there's a way to break free from control there!"

The Guardian gripped the fused body's hand, slashing the tricolored longsword towards the rift. The instant they passed through, the library's star map collapsed completely, countless coordinates from parallel universes falling like meteors. The Guardian looked back and saw the old man's figure had completely merged with the ring of energy, forming a massive silver-gray vortex. Within the vortex, twelve black stars could be faintly seen spinning rapidly, and at the center of the vortex was his own figure—a cold, indifferent Guardian completely controlled by the power of chaos.

They fell into a zone composed of shattered spacetime, each fragment reflecting a different spacetime scene: in some fragments, they successfully broke free from the control of the Heart of Chaos, but triggered the premature awakening of the God of the End; in some fragments, they destroyed the Black Star Belt, but caused all parallel universes to lose their energy source and gradually wither; in other fragments, they chose to perish together with the Chaos Council, plunging the cosmic network into a state of ownerless chaos.

The fused body's palm suddenly became transparent, and the white life force was rapidly dissipating. She looked at the chaotic patterns on the guardian's chest, where the old man's consciousness was faintly visible writhing in the silver-gray light, like a lurking parasite: "The Chaos Council has planted a seed of consciousness within you. As long as you approach the Black Star Belt, the seed will fully erupt, and you will become their puppet."

The guardian grasped her gradually transparent hand, the tricolored longsword gleaming in his palm: "Then let's create new possibilities." He looked up at the end of time and space, where the outlines of twelve black stars were faintly visible in the darkness. The silver-gray energy flows between the stars were like blood vessels, connecting them into a huge heart shape, and in the center of the heart, a black stone slab with the same pattern as the one on his chest floated—the very same Chaos Contract slab that had disappeared behind the bronze door.

Just then, the merged entity's consciousness suddenly lost connection with the cosmic network. To her horror, she discovered that she could no longer sense the beliefs of those newborn lives, as if the entire cosmic network had fallen silent in an instant. At that moment, the chaotic patterns on the Guardian's chest suddenly burst forth with a blinding light, and the symbol of the Chaos Council appeared in the light, with a line of small words engraved below the symbol: "49th Generation Observer, welcome home."

The guardian's eyes suddenly became unfocused, and silver-gray energy surged uncontrollably into his brain. Deep within his consciousness, the old man's voice was gradually replacing his own will: "The Black Star Belt is calling you. Go, fulfill your destiny..."

The merged entity used its last remaining life force to inject fragments of its consciousness into the Guardian's consciousness. Before her consciousness dissipated, the Guardian saw one last scene: at the center of the black star belt, behind the Chaos Contract tablet, was a line of text that had been deliberately erased—"The true master of the Chaos Council is the unsplit primordial consciousness."

This truth, like a final bolt of lightning, cleaved the Guardian's deluded consciousness. He gripped the tricolored longsword tightly, its blade pointing directly at the black star belt at the edge of spacetime. But at that moment, the chaotic heart within him pounded violently, and the gravity of the twelve black stars suddenly intensified, forcibly pulling his body toward that enormous heart shape.

The fused entity was now completely transparent, with only a final wisp of white light clinging to its wrist. The Guardian gazed at this ray of hope, then at the unknown darkness. He knew he had to reach the Black Star Belt before his consciousness was completely controlled, even if a truth far more terrifying than the Chaos Council awaited him—why did the primordial consciousness create the Chaos Council? What secrets remained hidden between it and the God of the End, the God of Creation?

The light of twelve black stars shone in the darkness, like twelve eyes watching their prey. The guardian's body accelerated forward under the pull of gravity, and the seed of consciousness within him began to frantically assault his will. The incitement of the Chaos Council, the roar of the God of the End, and the sigh of the Creator God intertwined in his mind, creating a cacophony.

But he held tightly to his tricolored longsword, the white light on his wrist his sole anchor. Just as he was about to enter the black star belt, the chaotic patterns on his chest suddenly split open, and the old man's consciousness transformed into a silver-gray stream of light, rushing towards the black slab at the center of the star belt. The slab erupted with blinding light, and twelve black stars simultaneously accelerated their rotation, tearing a massive rift in spacetime. From within the rift came a voice both familiar and strange—the voice of primordial consciousness, yet carrying the same chilling coldness as the God of the End:

"Welcome back, my other half."

The Guardian's consciousness trembled violently at this voice. He suddenly realized that the Chaos Heart within him might never have been a container for sealing the power of the end, but rather a "key" carefully prepared by the primordial consciousness to regain its complete self. And the black star belt was the "keyhole" that unlocked the seal of the primordial consciousness.

His body had already crossed the boundary of the black star belt, and silvery-gray energy surged towards him like a tide, resonating with the chaotic power within him. Before his consciousness was completely overwhelmed, he saw a hand emerging from the rift, covered in both golden scales and black tentacles. On the palm of this hand was a chaotic pattern identical to the one on his chest.

The real trap has only just begun.