Legend of the Embroiderer

Chapter 247 Hope in Despair

In this crumbling space, the atmosphere of despair was like a thick and sticky haze, heavily and tightly enveloping Li Zhao and others.

The space was filled with a pungent smell of burning and decay, mixed with the strange energy fluctuations emitted by the core of the dark origin, making everyone's breathing heavy and difficult.

Their bodies trembled uncontrollably due to fatigue and pain, every inch of their muscles ached, and every wound was tearing with pain, but their gazes were fixed on the dark origin core that emitted a strange light, their eyes full of unwillingness and struggle, as if they wanted to use this fiery gaze to penetrate the darkness and find a glimmer of life.

Although the crystal in Li Zhao's hand was still emitting light, that light was as weak as a candle in the wind in the face of the increasingly terrifying dark power, and could be ruthlessly swallowed by the endless darkness at any time.

"Are we really going to fail?"

Su Mengyao's voice trembled uncontrollably, and her arms hung limply, like a puppet with its strings cut, lifeless.

The blood had long since dried up and solidified into dark red blood scabs on her fingertips, like withered red plum blossoms, which was shocking to the eye.

Her eyes revealed deep fear and despair as she stared blankly at the collapsing space around her. Huge rocks crashed down, throwing up rubble and dust all over the ground. A deep feeling of powerlessness welled up in her heart, as if she were falling into a dark abyss from which she could never escape.

The Crown Princess gritted her teeth, her gums turning white from the exertion, and endured the severe pain in her shoulder. The pain was like a hot iron, deeply embedded in her shoulder.

Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, dripping onto the ground beneath his feet that was emitting a strange fluorescent light, and disappeared in an instant.

There was a hint of determination in her voice, as if declaring war on fate: "No, we can't give up! We've been through so much, struggled from the brink of life and death countless times, we can't fall here!"

Although her flame power is almost gone, like a flame swaying in the wind, which may go out at any time, her eyes still burn with a firm fighting spirit, which is a persistent desire for victory and a strong belief in survival.

The spirit user leaned on her staff, her body so weak that she could barely stand, her whole body swaying as if a slight breeze could blow her down.

Her face was as pale as paper, bloodless, and her lips were chapped and lifeless.

She panted slightly, her chest rising and falling violently with each breath. Her voice was weak but firm: "There must be a way... We will definitely find it..."

Her eyes fell on the crystal in Li Zhao's hand. Although the light of the crystal was dim, it seemed to be their last light of hope in this dark and desperate situation, carrying all their expectations and fantasies.

Li Zhao gripped the crystal tightly, his palms soaked with sweat, making it damp. His mind was filled with thoughts, a tangled mess that couldn't be cut or sorted out.

He could clearly feel the surge of the mysterious power in the crystal, but this power was like a naughty elf, jumping on the edge of his perception, and he could never fully control it.

He didn't know how to fully unleash it to fight against the destructive force before him.

His mind kept recalling those ancient images. Those images were like broken puzzle pieces, constantly flashing and piecing together in his mind, trying to find a clue to solve the dilemma.

At this moment, the mysterious old man suddenly spoke. His voice seemed exceptionally steady in this chaotic and noisy space, yet it also carried a hint of fatigue that was hard to conceal. "Li Zhao, do you remember those images you saw in the depths of your consciousness? Perhaps the answer lies within them."

The old man's eyes revealed an expectation, as if he was waiting for Li Zhao to find the key to breaking the deadlock from those ancient memories. That look was like a beacon in the darkness, bringing a glimmer of hope to Li Zhao.

Upon hearing this, Li Zhao closed his eyes again, and his long eyelashes cast a shadow on his eyelids.

He tried to calm his frantic heartbeat, then concentrated his mind and slowly entered the depths of his consciousness.

He saw the fusion of light and darkness, a collision of power that shook the soul. Light and darkness intertwined like gorgeous fireworks blooming in the night sky, or like surging waves rolling in the sea.

He also saw that the world was operating harmoniously under the balance of the two forces, and all things were growing and full of vitality.

Suddenly, he discovered a detail he had never noticed before: at the junction of light and darkness, there was a mysterious power surging. The power was looming, as if it was a bridge connecting the two, or a key to open the door of hope.

Li Zhao suddenly opened his eyes, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. That surprise was like lightning in the darkness, instantly lighting up his eyes: "I understand! We need to find the power that connects light and darkness, so that the core of the origin of darkness can return to balance!"

His voice was full of excitement and anticipation, as if he had found a ray of light in the darkness, which penetrated through layers of darkness and illuminated their way forward.

How to find that mysterious power has become a difficult problem before them.

Li Zhao looked around, trying to find some clues in this chaotic space.

The space was in a mess, stones on the walls fell one after another, and the cracks on the ground continued to expand like the mouth of a ferocious beast.

He found that the light of the crystal began to flicker, and the frequency of the flickering was like a rapid heartbeat, as if pointing in a certain direction.

Li Zhao followed the guidance of the crystal light and walked towards the depths of darkness.

Others followed behind him. Even though their bodies were exhausted and every step seemed to drain all their strength, they still struggled forward with a glimmer of hope.

Along the way, they dodged falling rocks and cracks that spread everywhere. Every step was full of danger.

Huge rocks fell with a whistling sound, and they were just a hair's breadth away from being smashed into pieces.

Black smoke spewed out from the cracks from time to time, with a pungent smell that made them cough uncontrollably.

They came to a mysterious cave.

There was a mysterious aura emanating from the cave, an aura completely different from the aura of the core of darkness, carrying a hint of ancient tranquility and mystery.

Li Zhao took a deep breath, calmed his nervous mood, and walked into the cave.

The cave was filled with a light mist, with strange lights flickering in the mist. Those lights were like stars in the night sky, flickering, and like the eyes of elves, peeking at them curiously.

Deep in the cave, there is a huge stone engraved with strange runes. Those runes are twisted and swirled, as if telling a forgotten history.

Li Zhao approached the stone and looked closely at the runes.

He discovered that these runes had some subtle connection with the runes he had seen before in the world's core and on the black barrier. They were like different pieces of the same puzzle, with similar textures and veins.

He brought the crystal close to the stone, and the light of the crystal echoed with the runes, emitting a strong light, which was like the light of the sun, illuminating the entire cave.

The stones began to vibrate, making dull roars, as if a sleeping giant beast had awakened.

A ray of light shot out from the stone, like a nimble light snake, and merged into the crystal in Li Zhao's hand.

Li Zhao felt that the power in the crystal became stronger. The power connecting light and darkness seemed to have been mastered by him. He could clearly feel that power surging in the crystal, like a rushing river, full of endless energy.

Just as they were about to leave the cave, the voice of the Guardian of Dark Will rang out again. That voice, like a sharp icicle, echoed in the cave: "Do you think you can stop me by finding this power? How naive!"

As the sound rang out, the cave began to shake violently, rocks falling from the ceiling and cracking the ground. Countless black tentacles extended from the cave walls, twisting their bodies like mad pythons as they pounced on them. Their surfaces were covered in strange patterns and emitted a sickening stench. Wherever they moved, the air seemed to rip apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

Li Zhao and others immediately launched a defense. Li Zhao brandished the lightsaber, and the sword flashed with a cold light, drawing arcs in the air. Each arc carried his determination and strength.

He struggled to cut off the approaching tentacles, and black slime splattered everywhere, splashing onto his body, burning his skin and causing unbearable pain.

Su Mengyao condensed the ice blade, which flashed with cold light and brought a biting chill, shooting towards the tentacles like a rainstorm.

The ice blade hit the tentacle, making a crisp sound, but it only caused the tentacle to pause briefly before continuing to pounce.

The Crown Princess released flames, which burned with crackling sounds and carried a scorching temperature, trying to block the attack of the tentacles.

The flames burned on the tentacles, but could not stop their advance. The tentacles twisted even more frantically in the flames.

The spirit messenger used the light of her staff to provide cover for everyone. Although the gem on the top of the staff shone dimly, she still tried her best to release the light. That light was like a faint candlelight, guarding everyone in the darkness.

The mysterious old man played the bamboo flute again, and the sound of the flute turned into a golden shield, surrounding everyone and resisting the attack of the tentacles.

Under the impact of the tentacles, the shield trembled slightly and made a buzzing sound, as if it was engaged in a fierce battle with the dark forces.

During the fierce battle, Li Zhao discovered that these tentacles seemed to have some pattern.

He observed carefully and found that the attack rhythm of the tentacles was related to the vibration frequency of the dark origin core.

He realized that if he could disrupt the tentacles' attack rhythm, he might be able to break through their defenses.

Li Zhao told everyone about his discovery, and everyone began to adjust the rhythm of the attack according to his instructions.

They no longer attacked blindly, but instead targeted the gaps between the tentacles and delivered a fatal blow. Li Zhao's lightsaber stabbed out at the critical moment, severing the tentacle's joints.

Su Mengyao's ice blade shot out in the gap of the tentacle's attack, freezing the tentacle's movement.

The Crown Princess's flames erupted the moment the tentacles gathered, disrupting their formation.

The light of the spirit messenger's staff flickered at the critical moment, interfering with the tentacles' perception.

The mysterious old man's flute music also coordinated with their attacks, adjusting the strength and position of the shield.

With everyone's efforts, the tentacles' attacks gradually became chaotic, their movements were no longer coordinated, and they collided and entangled with each other.

They finally broke through the tentacle defenses and escaped from the cave.

When they returned to the Dark Origin Core, they found that the power of the Dark Origin Core had become even stronger.

The strange black light became even more dazzling, like a dark star about to explode, emitting a chilling aura.

The entire space was distorted under its influence, light was distorted, time seemed to have lost its normal flow, and everything became illusory and unreal.

The figure of the guardian of the dark will reappeared, its laughter echoing throughout the space, that laughter was full of ridicule and pride: "You can't escape, this world is about to be destroyed!"

Li Zhao and others looked at the powerful dark origin core, their hearts filled with fear and worry.