Legend of the Embroiderer

Chapter 472 The Mystery of the Star Seal

The guardian knelt on one knee, gazing at the mark on his palm that resembled the silver pattern of the fused body.

The lingering warmth of the starlight flowed between the patterns, each flicker like the heartbeat of the merged entity that had never left, carrying a familiar and warm rhythm.

The air still carried the burnt smell of the battle, mixed with the unique stardust scent of dissipating chaos, permeating the silence.

This brief tranquility was soon shattered—in the distant starlight, the newborn Chaos Infant suddenly convulsed violently, its tiny body trembling like a withered leaf in the wind.

Her once pure, baby-like face was now covered with spiderweb-like black lines at a visible speed, those lines spreading like evil vines beneath her skin.

Beneath the sleeping eyelashes, dark red tears of blood slowly seeped out, dripping onto the newly formed threads of destiny. The threads instantly ignited like a lit fuse, bursting forth with a blinding red light that illuminated the entire void.

"not good!"

The mysterious woman tightened her grip on the harp, causing the strings to vibrate with a piercing sound, as if they too were lamenting the impending crisis.

For the first time, a look of panic appeared on her usually calm and deep face, her pupils contracting violently with fear. "The purification of the Chaos Core is not complete; the old consciousness is resurrecting!"

Before she finished speaking, thick, inky black mist surged from the spatial rift. The mist writhed like living things, carrying a nauseating stench, and wrapped around the Chaos Infant, enveloping it in a giant cocoon.

On the surface of the cocoon, the outline of the gatekeeper's mask slowly emerged, the curve of his lips full of mockery and evil.

Further away, the threads of fate in all parallel universes began to twist and knot wildly, and the skies of countless worlds simultaneously cracked open with scarlet wounds, from which dark red light seeped out, as if the entire universe was bleeding.

The Guardian's new mark suddenly erupted with a searing pain, as if a red-hot iron had been pressed into the palm of his hand.

Silver-black light surged from his arms like a surging tide, spreading across his entire body and etching runes identical to those on the first Observer's tablet onto his armor. Each rune exuded a mysterious and ancient aura.

He gritted his teeth, his face contorted with pain, and urged the Star Chaos Sword to approach the cocoon.

The moment the blade touched the black mist, a powerful repulsive force, like a hurricane, swept him away. The sparks that flew from the impact transformed into countless black beetles, swarming densely towards his faceplate.

The rustling sound of the beetle gnawing at the metal was chilling, as if thousands of tiny teeth were tearing at his armor, and his faceplate was soon covered with a dense array of tiny dents.

"These beetles are the memory carriers of the Chaos Core!"

A mysterious woman played her zither to repel the beetles, and the golden ripples from the vibrating strings outlined an ancient sealing array in the void.

The golden ripples, like sharp blades, slashed and killed the beetles that pounced on them. The runes on the array shimmered with light, radiating powerful energy.

"Only by gathering all the scattered Observer's tokens and reactivating the guardian barrier of the first Observer can the chaos be completely purified!"

Her voice was urgent and firm, and her eyes revealed her worry about the unknown.

As soon as she finished speaking, the cocoon burst open, but what emerged was not the Chaos Infant, but a giant claw covered in eyes.

Each eye reflected the guardian's terrified face; those eyes darted about, flashing with an eerie light, as if watching his every move.

At the critical moment, the old man barely managed to sit up, his mouth still stained with blood, his face as pale as paper.

With all his might, he threw the broken scepter toward the Guardian: "Catch it! This is one of the Observer's tokens!"

The scepter fragments collided with the guardian's sword on their journey. In an instant, the two beams of light intertwined like two giant dragons, merging into a compass-shaped star chart. The star chart's pointer spun wildly, emitting a dazzling light, and finally pointed to distant spacetime coordinates.

A desolate star field covered in ice and snow. Floating there are tens of thousands of crystal coffins, each containing a girl who resembles the fused body. Their faces are peaceful and serene, as if they are simply sleeping and waiting to be awakened.

"That was a 'container' created by the first observers using their own cells."

The mysterious woman's voice trembled uncontrollably, and her fingers gripped the harp tightly, as if it were her only support.

"But these containers have all had their genes altered by the gatekeepers, and once awakened, they will become weapons that destroy the universe."

Her words made the guardian's heart tighten, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

But at this moment, the cries of the chaotic infant emanating from the cocoon had transformed into the savage laughter of a demon, echoing through the void and sending chills down one's spine. Countless threads of fate shot towards the crystal coffins like arrows, tearing through the air with sharp whistling sounds.

Without further hesitation, the guardian gripped the star map and leaped into the spacetime rift.

Inside the time tunnel, multicolored light flashed past him, and the wind whistled in his ears. The moment he stepped into the icy star field, a bone-chilling cold enveloped his entire body like a tidal wave, as if even his soul was about to be frozen.

His armor instantly frosted over, and his breath turned into white ice crystals. Even more strangely, the mark on his palm became increasingly hot with each crystal coffin he approached, as if a flame was burning in his palm.

The eyelashes of the girls in the coffins began to flutter slightly, as if they were about to awaken from their slumber.

Just as the first coffin slowly opened, the Guardian's Star Chaos Sword suddenly flew uncontrollably into the sky, its tip pointing directly at the center of the star field.

There stood a huge black altar, made of countless black stones, its surface covered with evil runes.

At the top of the altar floats a beating heart, radiating an evil aura. It is the half of the heart that the first observer peeled off when creating the Chaos Core. The blood vessels on the surface of the heart bulge, constantly contracting and expanding, as if telling of endless pain.

"The real threat has always been here."

The guardian's voice echoed beneath the mask, filled with anger and resentment.

Just as he was about to move, he discovered that his feet were frozen in ice. The ice spread rapidly upwards from the soles of his feet, and the icy touch made his legs numb.

Meanwhile, the surrounding crystal coffins were shattering at a visible speed, the "crackling" sounds particularly clear in the silent star field.

The girls who awoke in the coffins slowly opened their eyes, their pupils flashing with the same dark purple light as the gatekeepers. They simultaneously raised their hands, revealing eerie smiles to the guardians, smiles that were cold and empty, as if devoid of any emotion.

The mysterious woman's voice echoed in his mind: "Be careful! These containers have been implanted with the ultimate command from the core of chaos—annihilate the bloodline of all observers!"

At this moment, the heart on the black altar began to swell rapidly, and countless human faces appeared on its surface, each face twisted and screaming silently, as if enduring immense pain.

The guardian felt his power being frantically drained from his body. His body began to weaken, his legs trembled, and he could barely support his weight.

Meanwhile, on the other side of time and space, the figure of the Chaos Infant, emerging from its cocoon, had completely transformed into the appearance of a gatekeeper. He wore a black robe, held a scepter woven from twisted threads of fate, and laughed wildly at the entire universe.

The laughter was like sharp blades, shattering the tranquility of the universe.

As the first laugh echoed across the star field, all the awakened girls vanished from their spots, leaving only a lingering dark purple afterimage in the air. That afterimage flickered, as if foreshadowing an even greater crisis about to descend. How would the guardians survive in this desperate situation, and could they break free from this terrible fate? Everything remained unknown.