Legend of the Embroiderer

Chapter 476 Bloodline Mystery

The deathly silence of the desolate star field pressed down on the guardian's shoulders like a physical weight. In the thick, almost solidified darkness all around, scattered fragments of broken meteorites floated, each covered with mottled marks of corrosion, silently telling the story of the calamities that had once befallen this place.

The convulsions of the fused entity in her arms grew more violent, and her body, shrouded in the dark purple core light, was as fragile as a candle flickering in the wind.

On the core surface, the monstrous grin of the Chaos Infant was clearly visible. Its distorted face changed constantly with the core's pulse, as if mocking the guardian's efforts as futile.

He staggered and grabbed a stone tablet covered with runes. The rough surface of the tablet was uneven, and as soon as his fingertips touched the patterns, a chilling coldness spread up his fingertips.

In an instant, the stone tablet suddenly burst forth with a blinding blue light. Within the light, countless ancient characters, like serpents, swam and converged in the void, piecing together the ancient prophecy left by the first observer:

"When the bloodline curse awakens, light will drown in its own shadow."

The guardian stared at the words, his heart sinking, an ominous premonition looming over him like a dark cloud.

At that moment, a faint sound of footsteps came from the depths of darkness, exceptionally clear in the silent star field, each step like a heavy hammer striking his taut nerves.

As the footsteps grew closer, a figure slowly came into view.

The guardian's pupils contracted sharply. The person before him had an identical face to his own, the only difference being that there was a dark purple chaotic mark on the other's left eye. The mark was like a living thing, pulsating strangely with each breath, and exuding a chilling evil aura.

"Don't you understand yet?"

The man in black spoke in a cold voice, as if from the deepest hell, devoid of any warmth.

Blood dripped continuously from the longsword in his hand. Each drop of blood that fell to the ground instantly corroded a charred pit, and a pungent corrosive smell filled the air.

"You and I are of the same origin; the power of protection has never flowed in the blood of observers."

Before he could finish speaking, the man in black suddenly swung his sword, the black sword energy tearing through the air with a sharp whistling sound. Wherever it passed, the space shattered like glass, revealing the bottomless void rift behind it.

The guardian hastily raised his sword to parry, and the instant the Star Chaos Sword collided with the opponent's longsword, a powerful and unfamiliar force surged into the sword's blade.

He felt as if his head was about to explode, his head throbbing with pain, and a flood of long-forgotten memories surged forth like a tide:

In a forgotten corner of time and space, the first Observer stood solemnly, his hands forming a mudra, splitting his bloodline in two. One half was infused into the ancestor of the Guardians, while the other half...

"The other half became the key to unlocking the abyss of chaos."

The man in black seemed to read his thoughts, a cruel smile curving his lips, his eyes filled with mockery.

He raised his hand and summoned a ball of dark purple energy. The surface of the energy ball crackled with electric arcs, and inside, countless imprisoned phantoms of observers were struggling in agony. Their screams echoed through the energy ball, sending chills down one's spine.

"Look at these fools, still delusional about using the power of their bloodline to fight against chaos, unaware that their very existence is a curse."

At the critical moment, the fragment of the crystal ball in the guardian's arms suddenly became hot, and a familiar warmth came from his chest.

A faint but resolute blue light shot towards the man in black. Caught off guard, the chaotic marks on his body flickered violently the moment the blue light struck him, as if resisting this power.

The guardian seized the opportunity, plunging the shuttle of fate into the ground. Silver-black light spread out like a spider web, erecting a barrier shimmering with mysterious runes between the two.

The man in black snorted coldly, formed hand seals, and released an even more powerful chaotic force. Under the impact of this force, the barrier shook violently like a candle in the wind, and could shatter at any moment.

"You want to save her?"

The man in black suddenly revealed a sly smile and threw the energy ball towards the fused entity.

The energy sphere transformed into chains in the air, coiling around her body like a venomous snake. The light from the dark purple core surged, blinding everyone.

The fused body's skin began to show chaotic patterns similar to those of the man in black, and her face was contorted with pain.

The guardian was frantic and rushed toward the fused entity, but the moment he touched her, he felt dizzy and was pulled into his consciousness by a powerful suction force.

It was pitch black here, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, except for a faint silver light flickering in the distance, like a beacon of hope.

The guardians ran forward with all their might, each step feeling like they were moving through a viscous liquid, making it extremely difficult.

Finally, he realized that it was the consciousness of the fused entity. She was bound by countless dark purple threads, which were deeply embedded in her body, causing blood to seep out continuously.

"Leave me alone..."

The fused entity's voice was weak yet firm, carrying an undeniable resolve: "Go to the spacetime rift... find the true..."

Before she could finish speaking, a large number of chaotic tentacles suddenly emerged around her consciousness. They bared their fangs and claws, dragging her into deeper darkness. The voice of the fused entity gradually disappeared, leaving only the guardian shouting loudly in the darkness.

When the guardian reopened his eyes, he found himself back in reality, where the man in black was raising his longsword, ready to deliver a fatal blow.

At the critical moment, the golden butterflies that the first observer's sister had transformed into suddenly went berserk, emitting a dazzling light and forming a golden shield to block the attack.

On the light shield, the phantom of the first observer slowly emerged, his face both majestic and benevolent:

"Take the shuttle to the rift in time and space; the key to reversing the bloodline curse is hidden there!"

As the phantom vanished, the man in black roared angrily, shattering the golden butterfly shield with his sword. The golden butterflies turned into specks of starlight and disappeared into the air.

Without hesitation, the guardian picked up the fused entity and rushed into the nearest spacetime rift.

Within the rift, spacetime was distorted, and countless scenes from parallel universes flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern:

In some timelines, observers are vacant, reduced to puppets of chaos, wreaking havoc.

In some timelines, the man in black leads a massive army, and wherever he goes, stars fall and the universe becomes desolate.

These images, like sharp blades, pierced his heart, strengthening his resolve to change his fate. As the light at the end of the rift drew ever closer, he suddenly heard the Chaos Infant's maniacal laughter echoing in his mind:

"You think you can escape? The bloodline curse has already begun..."

The moment he burst out of the crack, a powerful energy surge rushed towards him, and the guardian was shocked by the sight before him—floating here were tens of thousands of crystal coffins, each containing a person who looked like him, with an unawakened chaotic mark between their brows, faintly visible in the dim light.

At the very center, a black stone tablet is suspended, covered with ancient runes that shimmer with a mysterious light, as if containing endless secrets.

Before the stone tablet stood a mysterious figure draped in black robes. He slowly turned around, revealing a face exactly like that of the first Observer! The Guardian was greatly shocked, and the shuttle of destiny in his hand trembled slightly involuntarily. An even greater crisis seemed to be waiting for him.