Legend of the Embroiderer

Chapter 394 The Cycle of Reincarnation

The resounding crash of the closing golden gate, like the low growl of an ancient beast, stirred ripples in the void.

Lingyue and Li Zhao's figures were swallowed by the light and fell into a chaotic sea of ​​light.

The light here is as viscous as liquid metal, shimmering with eerie iridescence. Each ray of light is entwined with fragments of memory, which sometimes transform into the misty haze in the Mirror Palace, sometimes condense into sharp reefs in the Star Abyss, and even recreate the moment when Li Zhao vanished into thin air in the turbulent flow of time and space.

Lingyue exclaimed and reached out to grab Li Zhao's hand, only to find that their bodies were being broken down into countless tiny particles by the light, floating and spinning in the sea of ​​light, as if they would disappear into nothingness at any moment.

"Don't let go!"

Li Zhao's voice echoed in the sea of ​​light, carrying a tearing pain.

His remaining source of light coalesced into dazzling chains around his body, like sturdy bridges, forcibly reweaving the particles that the two were disintegrating.

Lingyue could feel the warmth and power emanating from the chains, as if Li Zhao was using the last of his life energy to protect her.

The surrounding light suddenly twisted into countless human faces, each one repeating the observer Lingyue's final sinister laugh, the sounds rising and falling, deafening:

"So-called reality is nothing more than a more sophisticated cage!"

With laughter, the sea of ​​light began to collapse rapidly, forming a huge vortex that squeezed the two people into a bronze door floating in the void.

The bronze door is ancient and mysterious, its surface covered with intricate runes, each rune exuding an ancient aura.

Lingyue was surprised to find that these runes resonated strongly with the dimensional key carried in her genes.

The moment she reached out and touched the door, countless memories flooded her mind like a raging tide, almost drowning her consciousness.

She saw the vast universe of ancient times, where a group of beings known as the "Dream Weavers" wandered among the stars. They created the Observers to maintain the balance of the universe, but the Observers fell due to greed and became manipulators of dimensions.

What now stands behind the "Door to Reality" is the ultimate insurance mechanism created by the Dream Weaver to prevent the observer from completely losing control.

A "perfect container" that integrates all possibilities, and this container even has the same face as Lingyue.

The bronze door slowly opened, creaking as if whispering the passage of time.

Lingyue and Li Zhao stepped into a strange space where countless hourglasses floated, each representing a parallel universe, with the speed at which the sand flowed symbolizing the entropy of the universe.

Some hourglasses have sand flowing away as rapidly as a waterfall, foreshadowing the accelerated demise of the universe.

Some flow slowly, as if time has frozen there.

In the center of the space, the "perfect container" with three yin-yang fish patterns flashing between its brows was turning the scepter inlaid with the giant eye of the observer. The lens at the top of the scepter projected a holographic image. In the image, the black-robed Lingyue was slaughtering the rebels, while Li Zhao had become the observer's puppet. Lingyue herself was kneeling on the altar, being injected with chaotic power, her eyes empty and desperate.

"Welcome to the real control room."

The voice of the perfect vessel was like an echo of the moon, but even more ethereal and indifferent, devoid of any emotion: "The observers are nothing but scapegoats, and you have always been pawns on the chessboard."

She waved her scepter, and the nearest hourglass suddenly accelerated and reversed, the universe within it began to grow in reverse, stars collapsed into nebulae, life turned into dust, everything was regressing, as if it had never existed.

"Do you see? The fate of all dimensions is in my hands."

Li Zhao launched the first attack, his eyes burning with furious flames, and the chains of light struck the throat of the perfect vessel like lightning.

The chains disintegrated into countless particles of light the moment they touched her body, dissipating into the air. "Useless."

With a casual wave of his hand, the Perfect Container sent Li Zhao flying. His body crashed into three hourglasses like a kite with a broken string, scattering fine sand all over the ground like the tears of the universe.

Taking advantage of the moment, Lingyue rushed toward the lens at the top of the scepter. Her jade pendant suddenly emitted a sharp cry, and the light seeping from the crack resonated with the lens, forming circles of colorful ripples.

"You think this is your power?"

The perfect container revealed a playful smile, its eyes filled with disdain. "The jade pendant was originally a tool I used to guide you."

A complete yin-yang symbol appeared in her palm, creating a strong repulsive reaction with the dimensional key within Lingyue's body.

Lingyue felt as if her internal organs were being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, her genetic chains twisting wildly in excruciating pain, and every inch of her skin burning as if it were about to be torn apart.

In that critical moment, she suddenly remembered the curled-up infants at the core of the observer's perimeter.

If even the observer is a prisoner, then is the perfect container before us also trapped in the shackles of a higher dimension?

"You also want freedom, don't you?"

Lingyue struggled to lift her head, her gaze resolute as she looked directly into the eyes of the perfect container. Blood dripped from the corner of her mouth, blooming into crimson flowers on the ground. "The program those Dream Weavers set for you ensures you can never leave this control room. You are actually just like us, a prisoner trapped in a cage."

The perfect container's pupils contracted slightly, and the scepter's operation paused for a moment, as if its secret had been revealed. Li Zhao seized the opportunity, gathering his last bit of power into a spear of light, and thrust it into the control room floor with all his might.

The entire space trembled violently, as if a magnitude 10 earthquake had struck. Countless hourglasses began to shatter, and fine sand danced in the air, forming ancient inscriptions left by the Dream Weaver:

"Only by breaking all pre-set scripts can we touch the true reality."

The perfect container let out an angry scream, a sharp and piercing sound like fingernails scraping against metal.

The lens at the tip of the scepter emitted a dazzling beam of destructive light, like a scythe of death, slashing towards Lingyue and Li Zhao.

The two embraced tightly within the beam of light, their bodies beginning to merge with the space, transforming into specks of starlight.

Before her consciousness faded, Lingyue saw a crack appear in the ceiling of the control room, revealing a chessboard made up of countless stars. Outside the chessboard, a pair of even larger eyes were staring at everything, their gaze filled with indifference and scrutiny.

When the light shone again, Lingyue found herself back in the original Mirror Palace.

The place is quiet and peaceful, as if nothing had ever happened.

Li Zhao was nowhere to be found; only broken mirrors lay scattered on the ground.

Lingyue trembled as she picked up a piece of mirror, only to be horrified to find that the reflection in the mirror was the perfect vessel's face, which had a half-smile on its face, with a hint of mockery in its eyes, as if to say: "This is just the beginning."

Lingyue turned around abruptly, only to find a new crack that had appeared on the wall of the Mirror Palace. A faint light shone through the crack, as if beckoning her toward an unknown destiny.

In the distance, Li Zhao's call could be faintly heard, weak yet firm, giving her the courage to continue.

She gripped the jade pendant tightly and walked towards the crack; a new adventure seemed about to begin...