jdhmnovel Chapter 381 Paradox of Space and Time
Chapter 381 Paradox of Space and Time
The pure white space, like glass being gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand, rapidly collapsed amidst a teeth-grinding creaking sound.
Lingyue's eardrums were almost shattered by the oppressive roar. Countless arms formed from light and shadow reached out from the void, their fingertips wrapped with threads of memory, as if to completely crush her consciousness.
The sinister grin of the black-robed phantom, the compassion of the radiant moon, and the mysterious dark patterns flowing in the infant's eyes, like rapidly switching projections, burned overlapping afterimages onto her retina.
The image of Li Zhao being swallowed by darkness was like a poisoned dagger, repeatedly stabbing at her heart.
"I choose the third one!"
Lingyue suddenly roared, her nails digging deeply into her palms.
The moment the warm blood dripped down, her fingertips touched the illusory image of that soft light.
In an instant, a violent tearing sensation erupted from the depths of her soul, and her body was as if cleaved in two by an invisible blade, turning into two streaks of light, one golden and one dark purple.
The excruciating pain caused countless white light spots to explode before her eyes. In a daze, the baby in the crystal coffin transformed into a stream of light and disappeared into her fragmented origin, with faint yin-yang fish patterns appearing on her forehead.
Spacetime was distorted like stirred ink, and Lingyue's two strands of consciousness fell into completely different spacetime vortexes.
She, the source of light, stood on the altar of the first guardian, suspended in the clouds, surrounded by twelve stone pillars formed from stars, each engraved with ancient sealing incantations.
The guardians, draped in starlight, sat in a circle, their armor shimmering with a galaxy-like luster. At the top of their scepters was the complete Key of Destiny.
It was a mysterious artifact composed of countless tiny particles of light, with runes on its surface moving as if they were alive.
"The container has finally awakened."
The leading guardian raised his star-studded face, his voice sounding as if it came from billions of light-years away, carrying a weight that transcends time and space: "But darkness has permeated every crack in time and space, from the past to the future, every choice is reinforcing its cage."
As he raised his hand, the star map in the center of the altar suddenly lit up, with countless red dots spreading between the star trails, devouring the brilliant starlight like cancer cells.
The spirit moon, the source of darkness, fell to the deepest part of the abyss.
Within the thick, asphalt-like black mist, the shadowy figure spread its twelve pairs of bony wings, blotting out the sky, each bone spur dripping with corrosive black liquid.
The surface of the dark heart suspended in the center is covered with grotesque blood vessels, and each pulsation causes the space to tremble.
Lingyue looked down and was horrified to find that the black mist was climbing up her ankles, and the dark patterns on her wrists were moving like living snakes, eventually condensing into a badge identical to the one in the shadowy figure's palm at her heart.
"Welcome home, my other half."
The voice of the shadowy figure echoed deep within her soul like the whispers of millions: "When light and darkness are completely separated, the universe will return to chaos, and you and I will become the masters of the new order."
As the words were spoken, countless fragments of time and space emerged from the abyss: a planet swallowed by darkness, a doomsday battlefield burning with light, and... the scene of Li Zhao leading the silver-armored legion in a general offensive against the world of light.
The moment the two spaces resonated strangely, Lingyue's consciousness trembled violently.
She waved the fragment in the Altar of Light, trying to touch the Key of Rebellion, but found that the artifact's surface emitted a repulsive light, which knocked her back several steps.
When the Dark Abyss reached out to touch the Dark Heart, his palm was instantly corroded, leaving charred wounds, and excruciating pain spread along his arm.
What's even more despairing is that Li Zhao's figure keeps switching between the two spaces—at the Altar of Light, he is clad in armor guarding the divine artifact, but there is a faint dark mark between his brows.
In the depths of darkness, he held a dark scepter, yet a faint, almost imperceptible light flickered in the depths of his eyes.
We must find a balance!
Lingyue frantically switched between two consciousnesses, blood continuously spilling from the corner of her mouth.
When she asked the guardians at the Altar of Light how to use the Key of Reversal of Fate, the old man in black robes suddenly took off his hood—and his face bore a striking resemblance to the shadowy figure!
When questioning the shadowy figure in the Dark Abyss, the figure unleashed a memory projection:
In ancient times, the first generation of guardians deliberately split themselves into two sides, light and darkness, in order to seal away the darkness.
The fragments of Wenli's consciousness trembled violently, revealing her last memories:
The core of the Eye of Time and Space is not simply a source of power, but a paradoxical space constructed from "possibilities".
There lies dormant the "Core of Harmony," which reconciles light and darkness, yet it also imprisons all the "erroneous futures" that have been erased.
"But the price of entering the core is to become part of the paradox..."
Wenli's voice was choked with sobs as she lay dying, and the final image was of her placing the fragments into the baby's swaddling clothes, tears streaming down her face.
"Take me to the core of the Eye of Time and Space!" Lingyue shouted to both spaces at the same time.
The armor of the Guardians of Light glowed a warning red light, while the shadowy figure roared with laughter, and the storm stirred up by the bone wings made the abyss even more chaotic.
When Lingyue forcibly merged the two strands of origin briefly, the entire spacetime emitted a crisp sound like shattering glass, and a crack filled with thorns and stars tore apart the boundary between the two spaces.
The moment she leaped into the rift, countless fragments of memory sliced through Lingyue's consciousness like blades.
She saw her destiny in different times and spaces: to become the Dark Queen and turn the universe into ruins.
The power of light was used to reshape the world, but this led to a new imbalance.
Countless others have vanished in the turbulent flow of time and space, their souls unable to remain.
When the light at the end of the crack shone, she found herself in a corridor made up of countless mirrors, each reflecting a different "future"—in some mirrors, she was fighting alongside Li Zhao.
In some mirrors, the two are facing each other with swords.
At the end of the corridor, Li Zhao's Light Soul and Dark Soul were engaged in an endless battle.
The blade of the Lightbringer is imbued with purifying power, leaving scorching marks in the space with every swing.
The Dark Soul's spear was shrouded in corrosive black mist, and wherever it went, space crumbled.
Upon seeing Lingyue appear, the two battle spirits simultaneously stopped moving, their eyes flashing with completely different lights.
"Kill him, and you will gain complete power."
The Dark Soul's voice was seductive, and black mist surged around him, gradually condensing into bone wings similar to those of a shadowy figure. "At that time, we will be invincible."
"Don't listen to him!"
The armor of the Radiant Warrior emitted a blazing light as he fiercely severed the black mist binding him. "Only by merging with us can we find the Core of Harmony and truly break this damned cycle!"
Lingyue clenched her hands, and the light and darkness within her body violently repelled each other once again, making her almost unable to stand.
Suddenly, the mirror in the corridor made a piercing shattering sound, and a figure that looked exactly like her but exuded an aura of chaos stepped out of the mirror.
The figure wielded a chaotic scepter formed from the fusion of the Key of Destiny and the Heart of Darkness, its head radiating a maddening light, and its feet treading upon countless shattered pieces of spacetime.
"Make your choice, Lingyue."
The voice of the chaotic figure echoed like multiple overlapping timelines: "Will you continue to struggle in this paradox, causing more people to sacrifice themselves because of you? Or will I end all of this and create a new world of absolute order?"
The entire corridor began to collapse, and countless fragments of the "future" rained down on Lingyue and the two battle spirits.
Behind the chaotic figure, a gigantic outline vaguely emerged—a being woven from light and darkness, resembling a creator god…