Legend of the Embroiderer

Chapter 391 Dimensional Rift

In the pitch-black void, the gaze between Lingyue and the observer Lingyue seemed to freeze time.

The observer, Lingyue, was surrounded by a stream of cold data. She raised her hand and gently stroked the miniature loom. The hum of the gears turning was like the whisper of death, and each mesh was like weaving a new cage of fate.

“Resistance is futile. Look at these ‘you’ inside the cocoons,” she said with a mocking smile, and with a flick of her finger, countless glowing cocoons surged toward Lingyue like a tide.

The surface of the cocoon shimmered, revealing scenes from different times and spaces.

As a child, Lingyue was infused with mysterious power at the altar, her innocent face filled with confusion and fear; as a young woman, Lingyue awakened in the Mirror Palace, her eyes sparkling with determination and bewilderment.

Countless other spirit moons, who have become observers, wield power over life and death in their dimensions, radiating a cold yet powerful aura.

Lingyue suppressed the shock surging within her heart, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw the figure behind her, formed by the holy light, gradually becoming clearer.

The figure had elegant features, yet exuded a timeless aura, with starlight swirling between her garments.

The ultimate weapon in her hand shimmered with a mysterious light, and the runes on its blade seemed to be constantly rearranging themselves as if they were deducing countless possibilities for battle.

The observer, Lingyue, suddenly smiled eerily. The loom burst forth with a blinding purple light, and all the cocoons exploded at the same time. What emerged was no longer the sleeping Lingyue, but a mirror warrior formed from chaos.

These warriors, their faces contorted, wielding the same chaotic scepters as the black-robed Lingyue, their eyes burning with a madness that sought to destroy everything, roared in unison and charged toward the phantoms of Lingyue and Wenli.

"You think that's hope? Hahaha, you're so naive! That's just the ending script I've carefully prepared for you!"

The observer, Lingyue, stood in front of the loom, a mocking smile on her face.

Her hands danced like phantoms on the loom, weaving the Mirror Warriors into a sturdy chain.

The chain, like a venomous snake, quickly coiled around the limbs of Wenli's phantom.

The runes on the chains shimmered with an eerie light, and with each tightening, Wenli's illusory figure became even more ethereal, as if it might vanish into thin air at any moment.

Upon seeing this, Lingyue let out an angry shout.

The light and darkness within her rage violently mingled, forming a shield that shimmered with golden and black light.

The shield temporarily blocked the Mirror Warriors' attack, giving Lingyue a chance to catch her breath.

Without hesitation, Lingyue seized the opportunity and flashed towards Wenli's illusory figure like lightning.

Her only goal was to seize the ultimate weapon from Wenli.

However, just as Lingyue was about to touch Wenli's illusory figure, a memory, like a sharp blade, suddenly pierced into her mind.

In this memory, Lingyue saw Wenli from ancient times.

At that time, in order to prevent dimensional imbalance, Wenli voluntarily bound her consciousness to the Observer's Loom, becoming the "gatekeeper" between the Guardian and the Observer.

Since then, Wenli has been silently protecting the balance of the universe, and every sacrifice she makes is to prevent the universe from falling into chaos.

This memory was like a storm that swept through Lingyue's heart.

Her eyes widened as she stared in disbelief at the illusory figure of Wenli before her, her anger and desire gradually replaced by a complex emotion.

"Lingyue, take the sword!" Wenli's illusory figure suddenly spoke, her voice carrying a sense of vicissitude and weariness that transcended time and space.

The ultimate weapon flew from his hand toward Lingyue, but was intercepted midway by a data stream controlled by the observer Lingyue.

The weapon split in two in mid-air, one half transforming into a radiant arrow that shot towards Lingyue. The arrow burned with intense light, distorting space wherever it passed.

Half of it solidified into dark chains that wrapped around her ankles, the chains icy cold, as if trying to drain her of all life force.

Lingyue narrowly avoided the arrows, but was dragged towards the loom by the chains, leaving deep marks on the ground as she struggled.

At the critical moment, she remembered the mysterious runes on the back of the Key of All Things. She bit her tongue and injected the power of her blood into the ground. The runes shone brightly, forming an energy matrix that fought against the loom. The runes flashing in the matrix collided fiercely with the data stream of the loom, bursting out with dazzling light.

Seeing this, the observer Lingyue completely tore off her mask of indifference and burst into maniacal laughter:

"Too late! The moment you deciphered the rune, you triggered the Observer's ultimate trap!"

The entire void began to collapse, as if an invisible giant hand was crushing space.

Lingyue was horrified to discover that her body was resonating with the observer Lingyue, with the same runes appearing under her skin, and a strange and powerful force rampaging through her meridians.

Meanwhile, the loom in the distance began to disassemble Wenli's phantom into a data stream and integrate it into the gears. Wenli's phantom wore a relieved smile, as if she had foreseen all of this.

"Senior Wenli!" Lingyue cried out in grief, her voice filled with despair and reluctance. But before Wenli's illusory figure dissipated, she threw half of a jade pendant engraved with yin and yang fish toward her. The jade pendant drew a beautiful arc in the air.

The moment the jade pendant touched her hand, Lingyue's consciousness was forcibly pulled into a pure white space.

Countless spiritual moon consciousnesses float here, each with a different form; some are dressed in white, others in black robes, but all hold the other half of a jade pendant in their hands.

“We are the possibilities erased by the Observer,” one of the consciousnesses spoke, its voice ethereal yet firm. “Only by collecting all the jade pendants can we reshape the Observer’s opportunity and reclaim the initiative in our destiny.”

Before she could finish speaking, the space suddenly trembled, and the consciousness projection of the observer, Lingyue, tore through the void. She exuded an aura of destruction, and with a wave of the Chaos Scepter, half of her consciousness instantly dissipated, and a shrill scream echoed in the air.

Lingyue gripped the jade pendant tightly, feeling the power of hope contained within it surging within her body.

She infused her own essence into the jade pendant, and a beam of light shot into the sky, outlining a complete yin-yang symbol in the void. Wherever the light reached, darkness receded.

The projection of the Observer, Lingyue, roared in resentment: "You think this can change things? The true observer has already penetrated every crack in every dimension!"

With a roar, the space beneath Lingyue's feet cracked open, revealing a deeper dark dimension where tens of thousands of looms floated, each controlling the fate of a different universe.

The sounds of the loom's gears turning intertwined, creating a symphony of despair.

In the deepest part of the darkness, a pair of enormous eyes slowly opened, their gazes flashing with indifference and oppressive power, their aura far surpassing that of any being seen before.

The jade pendant in Lingyue's hand began to crack under this oppressive force, its light dimming. An ultimate crisis concerning the survival of all dimensions was slowly unfolding...