Legend of the Embroiderer

Chapter 370 The Mysterious Shadow of the Icefield

The moon, like a silver platter, hung high in the sky, radiating a cool, clear light. Suddenly, as if pulled by an invisible hand, it plummeted straight to the ground.

The moment the moon hit the ground, a bone-chilling cold, like a surging icy current, seeped into his very bones through the gaps in his combat boots.

The chill was so intense that it sent shivers down one's spine, raising goosebumps all over the body.

The ice beneath my feet made a soft cracking sound under the powerful impact, as if it were about to break under the strain.

The black heart projection suspended in the sky was pulsating with an eerie rhythm.

With each jump, countless ice crystals fell like blades, swirling rapidly in the air before finally condensing into a thin layer of white frost on the tips of her hair.

In front of her, the mysterious figures clad in silver armor maintained a tight defensive formation, slowly approaching her.

Their steps were steady and firm, each step leaving deep footprints on the ice.

These mysterious figures all wore badges on their chests that shimmered with a cold, eerie blue light. The glow of these badges was identical to that of the Seventh Shadow Guards, but they also seemed to possess a more chilling and menacing aura.

"Outsiders, hand over the fragments of time and space."

The silver-armored man at the head of the group finally spoke. His voice was as cold and piercing as if it came from an ice cellar, sending chills down one's spine.

The white mist that seeped out from the gaps in the mask instantly condensed into ice particles, which fell down with a soft rustling sound.

Suddenly, the spear in his hand burst forth with a dazzling blue light, like a bolt of lightning piercing the night sky, pointing straight at Lingyue's brow.

The blue light was exceptionally intense, as if it wanted to penetrate her body and burn her soul to ashes.

"The dark aura emanating from you is so intense that it's enough to prove you're colluding with the Shadow Guards!"

His voice was cold and stern, carrying undisguised hostility.

Lingyue gripped Wenli's shards tightly, her fingers turning white from the force.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a broken stone pillar standing alone amidst the ruins in the distance.

The stone pillars are carved with runes similar to those on the bronze gate, which emit a faint glow in the moonlight.

Lingyue endured the pain from her wounds, her forehead beaded with cold sweat.

As she was about to explain, the remaining gold chain on her wrist suddenly became hot, as if drawn by a powerful force.

She was startled; this was a sign of the fragments resonating!

"I'm here to fight against the will of darkness!" Lingyue shouted, trying to convince the other party of her innocence.

However, before she could finish speaking, the ground suddenly shook violently, as if some enormous force was surging underground.

Immediately afterwards, seven enormous ice pillars burst forth from the ground like bamboo shoots, forcefully separating her from the silver-armored man.

These icicles soar into the clouds, crystal clear, resembling giant ice sculptures.

But beneath this beautiful exterior lies a deadly danger. For within each ice pillar lies the remains of a shadow guard.

Although these remains were long since decayed, their black and white pupils between their brows were still moving, revealing an eerie aura.

What's even more chilling is that each of the remains was clutching a black longsword, the blade radiating a suffocating aura of darkness.

Holding half a fragment, the surface of which was covered with frost, it resonated with the fragment in Lingyue's hand, projecting a shattered star map into the void.

"This is... a spacetime anchor point?"

She suddenly remembered a key clue mentioned in Wenli's memory—only by collecting all the fragments could the core of the dark will be located.

The silver-armored men were clearly also taken aback by this scene, and their brief moment of distraction gave Lingyue an opportunity.

She bit her palm and pressed it against the ice pillar. The moment her blood melted the frost, the remains of the seven Shadow Guards simultaneously let out a shriek.

A dark shadow darted out from between the wreckage's eyebrows, coalescing in mid-air into a semi-transparent human figure—the very image of Li Zhao before he was devoured.

"Lingyue, listen carefully!" A voice rang out, carried by the wind and snow, "These silver-armored figures are the ancient guardians..."

Before he could finish speaking, the silver-armored leader suddenly threw out a chain that pierced through the figure's body.

"You dare to believe a traitor?"

A cold laugh came from beneath the leader's mask. The silver-armored legion simultaneously raised their spears, and the blue light gathered at the spear tips formed a huge energy net that enveloped Lingyue.

The moment the energy net fell, the fragment in Lingyue's hand burst forth with golden light, connecting with the seven fragments in the ice pillar to form a pillar of light.

A rumbling sound came from the depths of the ruins, and an altar covered in ice and snow slowly rose up. The groove in the center of the altar fit perfectly with the fragment in her hand.

"Stop her!" The leader's voice was filled with unprecedented panic.

Taking advantage of the moment, Lingyue rushed into the pillar of light, but the instant she touched the altar, she witnessed a horrifying scene: countless souls were sealed at the bottom of the altar, among them Wenli's figure. Wenli's eyes didn't plead for help; instead, they were filled with terror, and her lips seemed to say, "Don't trust anyone!"

Before Lingyue could react, the altar suddenly burst forth with blinding light. She was swept into a torrent of memories and witnessed the truth of ancient times: the so-called "Dark Will" was originally a power created by the Guardians to balance spacetime, but it went out of control due to a conspiracy.

These silver-armored figures were the executors of the conspiracy from back then; they attempted to use the fragments to restart the Dark Core and become "gods" of the new world.

"So you were the real traitors!" Lingyue roared, breaking free from her memories, only to find her body becoming transparent.

The fragments in the altar's recesses began to absorb her power, while the silver-armored warriors had breached the pillar of light, their spears now only inches from her throat.

At the critical moment, the black heart in the sky suddenly pounded violently, and a dark shadow fell like a meteor, crashing heavily onto the altar.

When the smoke cleared, Li Zhao was revealed to be covered in blood.

His black robe was tattered, and a storm raged in his black and white pupils. The gem at the top of his scepter was shattered, revealing a source of light flickering within.

“I said…” His voice was low and inhuman, “No one can touch her.”

Before he could finish speaking, the silver-armored legion's attack had already landed, but Li Zhao merely raised his hand and waved it lightly, and the entire ice field suddenly fell into eternal darkness, leaving only the silver-armored leader's last exclamation echoing in Ling Yue's ears: "Impossible! How could you have mastered it..."

In the darkness, Li Zhao's figure was faintly visible, and his footsteps toward Lingyue were exceptionally clear in the silence.

In the far reaches of time and space, a strange pulse emanates from the Dark Heart, as if counting down to the impending finality.

Lingyue gripped the fragment tightly, watching Li Zhao approach, when she suddenly noticed that the lines on his palm were changing into the same pattern as the silver-armored man's badge...