Legend of the Embroiderer

Chapter 486 The Secret Shadow of Forgotten Time

A rusty, fishy smell wafted from the other end of the spacetime rift, mixed with the sour stench of rotting plants.

The guardian staggered out of the crevice, his ankle striking a moss-covered stone pillar. The runes on the pillar's surface glowed with an eerie light, which quickly faded.

Looking up, the sky of the Forgotten Time and Space was an eerie grayish-purple, with clouds hanging low like congealed scabs, as if they might fall at any moment.

The ground was littered with the remains of the Observer civilization—dark purple chaotic crystals were embedded in the broken starship keel, and a viscous substance flowed on the surface of the crystals.

The collapsed stone tablet was covered with corroded runes, and the remaining characters were twisted and deformed, as if silently telling a story of pain.

Tiny golden specks of light floated in the air; these were fragments of vanished souls, and touching them would cause a faint stinging sensation.

"Follow the guidance of the stone slab..."

The guardian opened his palm, and the runes on the stone slab were emitting a faint glow.

Suddenly, the dark purple mist on the back of the stone slab became violently agitated, like a startled venomous snake. The runes on the surface twisted and the originally clear directions became blurred.

He frowned, about to take a closer look, when he heard a "crunching" sound of stones rubbing together in the distance. The sound echoed through the empty ruins, sending chills down his spine.

The twelve Observer statues had fully opened their eyes, their dark purple pupils flowing with viscous chaotic power, like melting asphalt.

The stone sword in the statue's hand began to ooze black liquid, which dripped onto the ground and formed a winding stream, corroding the ground with fine holes wherever it passed.

The leftmost statue suddenly moved, its stone joints emitting a harsh grinding sound, as if rusty parts were being forced to operate.

It swung its stone sword and slashed down, the blade cutting through the air with a sharp whistling sound, leaving a dark purple streak of light.

The guardian rolled to the side to dodge, moving as nimbly as a cheetah. The stone sword slammed into the ground, cracking open like a spiderweb. Dark purple energy spread along the cracks, and wherever it passed, the weeds withered and turned black instantly, emitting a burnt smell.

"These are not ordinary stone statues."

He gripped the Chaos Lightsaber tightly, the silver vortex of its blade resonating with the pupils of the stone statues, emitting a buzzing sound. "The resentment of the observer is sealed within them."

Before he finished speaking, the other stone statues launched an attack simultaneously.

Some of the stone statues opened their mouths and spewed out dark purple fireballs. The fireballs had eerie flames dancing on their surfaces. When they landed, they exploded into large areas of chaotic swamps. Countless pale arms emerged from the swamps, as if countless wronged souls were struggling within them.

Some of the stone statues hurled stone spears, their tips trailing black flames, blocking all escape routes. The flames scorched the air, leaving trails of black smoke.

The guardian moved among the stone statues, each swing of his sword precisely striking the joints of the statues, sparks flying onto the surface and emitting white smoke.

These statues are not made of ordinary rock, but rather a mixture of the observer's bones and chaotic minerals, with the bone texture faintly visible on the stone surface.

During the fierce battle, the stone slab suddenly became hot, so hot that it almost burned the skin. A golden spot of light appeared on the edge, like a lighthouse in the darkness, pointing to the circular building deep in the ruins.

The guardian seized the opportunity to sever the arm of a stone statue. When the stone arm hit the ground, it shattered into countless dark purple particles. After landing, the particles quickly burrowed into the soil and grew into black thorns.

He ran wildly toward the circular building, and behind him came the "clicking" sound of the stone statues turning around. The black stream on the ground began to flow backward, chasing and biting his ankles like a living thing. Countless small faces could be vaguely seen struggling and screaming in the stream.

The dome of the circular building has long since collapsed, revealing the star chart platform inside.

The star chart platform is made of white jade with grooves all over its surface, in which dried golden liquid remains.

The shape of the groove in the very center perfectly matches the luminous feather of the Key of Destiny, and the edges are engraved with the same pattern as the luminous feather.

As the guardians approached, the Star Chart Platform suddenly lit up, projecting a holographic image—in which a group of observers knelt before the altar, their expressions solemn and resolute. Leading them was the mentor of the first observers, clad in tattered armor, raising his hands and shouting:

"To seal the source of chaos and make future generations forget this history!"

The image was then torn apart by dark purple energy, and before the fragments dissipated in the air, a fleeting look of pain could be seen in the mentor's eyes.

"I see."

The guardian suddenly realized, "The Forgotten Spacetime is a forbidden zone that the observer has deliberately sealed off."

At this moment, the dark purple mist on the back of the stone slab suddenly peeled away and condensed into the upper half of a black-robed man's body. The man's face was blurry, but the greed in his eyes was clearly visible.

"That's right, but what they've sealed away isn't just history."

The man in black robes sneered, his voice like sandpaper rubbing together, "And there are the Elder Observers corrupted by chaos, who are the very essence of these stone statues."

They were once the pillars of the Observer race, but now they have become the most terrifying monsters.

The phantom waved its hand and summoned three stone statues. The stone statues' skin suddenly cracked open, revealing writhing dark purple muscles inside. The surface of the muscles was covered with black vein-like patterns and was still pulsating slightly.

The guardian swung his sword to block, only to find that the blade was firmly attached to the statue's body after it pierced through, as if it were being held by countless tiny suction cups.

"They can absorb the power of chaos."

The man in black robes laughed even more eerily, his mouth stretching to an exaggerated degree. "Including the power in your sword. Enjoy the feeling of having your power drained!"

The statue seized the opportunity to grab the guardian's wrist, and dark purple energy spread along his arm, instantly turning his skin charred black. The black lines of the bloodline curse began to grow wildly, wrapping around his neck like vines, bringing suffocating pain.

At the critical moment, twelve golden rays suddenly shot out from the groove of the Star Chart Platform, forming a ring barrier that deflected the stone statue.

Ancient runes flowed across the surface of the barrier, radiating a warm yet powerful energy.

At the center of the barrier, the first feather of light from the Key of Destiny floated in mid-air. The warmth emanating from the feather was like a clear spring, slowly flowing through the guardian's limbs and bones, dispelling the chaotic power within him, and causing the black patterns to fade away.

Upon seeing this, the man in black robes roared in anger. His phantom was distorted and deformed by the golden light, emitting a shrill scream:

"Impossible! How could the seal activate on its own? Who is secretly helping you?"

The guardian seized the opportunity to grab the light feather. The moment the light feather merged into the sword, the blade burst forth with dazzling light, and a touch of gold appeared in the silver vortex.

The Star Chart Platform trembled violently, and twelve stone pillars covered with runes rose from the ground. The runes on the pillars resonated with the runes on the Guardian Sword, producing a "clinking" sound.

The crystal ball at the top of the stone pillar projects a more complete image—the mentor of the first observer sealed the twelve elders into the stone statue. His expression was sorrowful yet resolute as he personally dug out his own heart and embedded it into the star chart platform as the core of the seal.

"heart……"

The guardian suddenly looked at the center of the star chart platform, where there was indeed a depression that perfectly matched the shape of the stone slab, with dark red marks remaining on the edges.

As he embedded the stone slab into the depression, the entire ruin suddenly shook violently, as if a strong earthquake had occurred.

The twelve stone statues let out painful roars, their voices filled with despair and rage.

The stone outer shell peeled away inch by inch, revealing the semi-chaotic observer form inside.

Half of their bodies resembled normal observers, while the other half was covered in dark purple scales, and their eyes burned with chaotic flames.

The black-robed figure's phantom was completely dispelled by the golden light, leaving behind a venomous curse before vanishing:

"You've opened an even bigger Pandora's box! The secrets of the source of chaos will drive you completely mad!"

The guardian looked up and saw the tallest elder among the stone statues slowly remove his hood, revealing a face exactly like the first observer, except that his eyes had been completely swallowed by chaos, leaving only two black holes.

"Welcome back, successor."

The elder's voice was hoarse and heavy, like two stones rubbing together, "Do you want to know the truth about the source of chaos? It is actually..."

Before he could finish speaking, the elder's body suddenly exploded, turning into countless dark purple spores.

The spores fell into the soil of the ruins and sprouted black vines. The vines grew extremely fast and soon covered the surrounding stone pillars.

Within the flower buds that formed at the top of the vines, the face of the young fused being could be vaguely seen. Her eyes were tightly closed, and her expression was one of pain, as if she were being tormented in her sleep.

The guardian felt a pang of fear, a sense of foreboding washing over him.

He turned to look at the spacetime rift, only to find the Goddess of Fate standing at its edge. The scepter in her hand was flowing with the same dark purple energy as the man in black robes, but it was covered by golden light and could not be seen without careful observation.

"It seems you've found the first key."

The goddess of fate smiled with an unusual gentleness, but her eyes flickered slightly. "Next, go to the 'Genesis Time and Space,' where you will find the answers you seek."

The primordial spacetime is where the universe was born, holding the key clues to unlocking the secrets of chaos.

The Guardian gripped her lightsaber tightly and suddenly noticed that the gem at the top of her scepter bore the same symbol as the black-robed man's compass, only the symbol had been cleverly disguised as the exclusive mark of the goddess of fate.

At this moment, the next coordinate projected by the stone slab was flashing an eerie red light, completely inconsistent with the golden coordinates that should have been in the creation timeline as recorded, as if foreshadowing that what awaited him was not an easy path.