Legend of the Embroiderer

Chapter 390 Mirror Abyss

The roar of the collapsing pure white space was like the roar of an ancient behemoth, causing Lingyue's internal organs to tremble violently.

The broken bronze mirror in his arms suddenly burst forth with a ghostly blue light, and the black mist seeping from the cracks twisted and writhed like living things, outlining the distorted silhouettes of the black-robed spirit moons in the void.

The leader, Lingyue, in black robes, curled her lips into a cold smile. The scarlet runes at the top of the Chaos Scepter suddenly lit up, as if a million blood-dripping eyes had opened at the same time.

Space shattered like fragile glass under this force, revealing an unfathomable mirror dimension.

Tens of thousands of spirit moons floated in the mirror dimension, as if one were in a bizarre dream.

They were dressed in different clothes; some were draped in black robes and shrouded in darkness, some radiated a holy light, and others wore tattered armor with eyes filled with despair.

These spirit moons are in various poses; some mechanically repeat the action of swinging a sword, some kneel on the ground and weep, and some look up to the sky and roar.

Each moon represents a branch of destiny, and these branches are firmly controlled by the threads of the observer's loom.

"Do you see that? This is the inescapable cage of fate."

The voice of the black-robed Lingyue carried with it the turbulence of spacetime, as cold and sinister as a venomous snake's hiss. Her face flickered in and out of the mist, sometimes clear, sometimes blurry, giving an unreal feeling: "When the observer's loom begins to run, all possibilities are nothing more than pre-programmed procedures."

You are nothing more than a tiny, insignificant piece of code; no matter how much you struggle, you cannot escape our control.

As she spoke, she raised her hand and summoned twelve chains. The chains were as black as ink, with strange runes wrapped around their surfaces, and the ends were wrapped with afterimages of Li Zhao from different times and spaces.

The afterimages took on various forms, some corrupted and swallowed by darkness, radiating an aura of evil.

There was a mechanical body transformed into a puppet of light, its eyes empty and lifeless; and a blood-soaked corpse was giving Lingyue a strange smile, a smile filled with the aura of death.

Lingyue's pupils contracted sharply, a chill ran down her spine, and the weapon in her hand instinctively emitted a burst of light.

The moment the light touched the chains, it was as if the metal had encountered strong acid, and was quickly corroded into ashes.

She turned to look at the sleeping Li Zhao, and her heart sank.

The crystalline patterns on his body were spreading, and the pattern of the observer's loom was faintly emerging in the silvery-white ice crystals, as if his body was being assimilated by the loom.

Just as Lingyue was extremely anxious, the bronze mirror in her arms suddenly emitted a sharp buzzing sound, and the image of a child was reflected in the mirror.

The child was now bound by chains, the yin-yang symbol between his eyebrows had turned blood red, his lips moved slightly, and he silently uttered the words "Run!" His eyes were full of anxiety and worry.

At the critical moment, the residual energy fluctuations from Wenli suddenly exploded in Lingyue's palm.

A golden rune appeared, its light shining brightly, instantly enveloping her and Li Zhao. Mysterious patterns flowed across the rune's surface, emanating a warm yet powerful aura.

As the light faded, the two found themselves in a labyrinth constructed from fragments of memories.

Every fragment here is playing a loop of history altered by the observer: the first generation of guardians did not bravely seal the demon god, but instead sacrificed themselves, merging their consciousness into the loom to become puppets controlling the threads, their eyes filled with fanaticism and distortion.

Before her memories were erased, Wenli had inscribed a crucial clue on the back of the Key to All Things—a string of mysterious runes that seemed to hold the key to breaking the deadlock.

The altar where Lingyue was born turned out to be the anchor point used by the observers to stabilize the dimensions, and she was destined to become an important pawn in this conspiracy from birth.

"It turns out that even our very existence is part of a deception."

Lingyue stroked the wall covered with runes, a burning pain shooting through her fingertips, as if the runes were telling a cruel truth.

The runes on the wall flickered intermittently, sometimes emitting a faint light, and sometimes remaining dim.

Suddenly, the maze trembled violently, and cracks appeared in the ground, from which countless black tentacles emerged.

The tentacles were covered in slime, emitted a nauseating stench, and were covered with dense, sharp spikes.

Li Zhao awoke at this moment, his eyes covered with a layer of silver frost, and a translucent scepter of light materialized in his hand, the scepter wrapped with golden patterns and radiating a holy light.

His voice was deep and firm: "These tentacles are connected to the core of the loom; destroying them will temporarily disrupt control."

However, the moment the scepter pierced the tentacle, a massive stream of data erupted, piecing together an image in the air of Lingyue becoming the observer.

Clad in a black robe, she sat atop a loom, her eyes cold and indifferent, personally manipulating countless threads of destiny, controlling the fates of countless beings.

The laughter of Lingyue in black robes came from all directions, like countless sharp steel needles piercing Lingyue's eardrums:

"This is your destined fate! When the vessel fully awakens, it will become the new observer! Your resistance is merely a catalyst that accelerates this process! No matter how hard you try, you cannot change the trajectory of your destiny."

The maze began to collapse rapidly, the walls kept squeezing inward, and the space became smaller and smaller.

Stones fell from above, leaving cracks in the ground. Li

Zhao suddenly pushed Lingyue towards the gap in the memory fragments, his eyes filled with determination: "I'll hold them off! Go find the guardians of the higher dimensions, only they can..."

Before he could finish speaking, his body was enveloped by a stream of data, transforming into a gear embedded in a loom, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

Lingyue rushed towards the shards without hesitation, tears blurring her vision, but she was swallowed by a bright light the instant she passed through them.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself suspended in a pitch-black void.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only the faint sound of a heartbeat echoing in my ears.

Countless glowing cocoons float in the distance, each containing a different form of the Spirit Moon, whose faces are either calm, painful, or indifferent.

The surface of the cocoon shimmered with a faint light, as if guarding the ethereal moon within.

At the very center, a huge cocoon slowly cracked open, emitting a piercing friction sound.

What emerges is oneself as an observer.

Lingyue's eyes flashed with a cold light, and she exuded a powerful and oppressive aura. Her clothes were gorgeous and strange, covered with mysterious runes.

As she raised her hand, a miniature loom appeared in the void: "Welcome to the real world, my vessel. From this moment on, you will replace me and become the new controller of this dimension..."

Her voice was identical to that of the Observer Giant, full of majesty and irresistibility.

Behind Lingyue, a figure radiating holy light was slowly coalescing, holding in its hand the ultimate weapon formed by the fusion of the Key to All Things and the Scepter of Light. The light illuminated the surrounding darkness, but also made this unknown confrontation increasingly tense...