MY HIDDEN TALENT IS FORBIDDEN BY THE HEAVENS-Chapter 187: ECLIPSE WAR (PART II)

Chapter 187 — ECLIPSE WAR (PART II)

The sky did not heal.

It scarred.

A vertical fissure still ran across the golden lattice where their collision had split raw geometry open for the world to see. The twin planetary rings spun faster now, descent uneven, rotation destabilized.

Three.

The number burned unstable.

Long Hao hovered in the torn sky, fracture open, iris rotating steadily. Black light spiraled around him in controlled currents.

Zehell faced him across a gulf of fractured air, eclipse mantle denser than before, gold spirals tightening across her arms like living circuitry.

No words now.

Only inevitability.

She moved first.

Not with projection.

Not with construct.

She disappeared entirely.

Not invisibility.

Absence.

Long Hao felt it immediately.

Not behind him.

Not above.

Inside.

A pulse struck his core from within his own resonance field.

He staggered mid-air.

The fracture flared violently.

Zehell reappeared directly in front of him, palm already pressed against his chest.

"You stabilized origin," she said quietly.

"But you never mastered eclipse."

Her palm ignited.

Black-gold energy surged inward through the fracture itself.

For the first time—

Long Hao felt resistance from origin.

Not rebellion.

Opposition.

Zehell was not attacking remainder.

She was amplifying expansion.

Origin surged outward involuntarily.

The planetary rings reacted instantly.

Descent accelerated by three degrees.

The number flickered.

Three—

Two—

Back to Three.

The sky groaned.

Long Hao grabbed her wrist and twisted, redirecting the surge upward.

But Zehell didn’t release.

She leaned in closer.

"You cannot balance something that was born to expand."

She released a second surge.

This one not aimed at fracture—

But at the golden mark’s remaining edges.

The gold cracked audibly.

Fragments of constraint flaked off and dissolved mid-air.

The fracture widened.

The iris opened further than before.

Black light poured outward violently.

Ling Yifan shouted from below—

"He’s losing containment!"

The Vice Dean attempted a stabilization grid.

It shattered instantly.

Zehell pulled back, letting origin surge.

She was pushing him toward full transcendence.

"Open it!" she demanded.

"If the system collapses now, Heaven cannot reset!"

The planetary rings trembled violently.

The sky darkened.

The golden lattice strained visibly.

Long Hao clenched his jaw.

He did not close the fracture.

He did not widen it.

He stepped forward.

Into her.

Their foreheads nearly touching.

"You want to break recursion," he said through steady breath.

"Yes."

"You think collapse is the only exit."

"Yes."

He exhaled slowly.

"Then watch."

He did something different.

He didn’t compress.

He didn’t explode outward.

He turned the fracture sideways.

Instead of releasing upward or outward—

He bent origin inward.

Not into himself.

Into the space between them.

A sphere formed.

Black at its core.

Gold spiraling along its surface.

Not destructive.

Reflective.

Zehell’s aura struck it.

Instead of exploding—

It mirrored.

Her eclipse surge folded back along the sphere’s curvature and spiraled upward into the planetary ring.

The golden lattice cracked again.

The number flickered—

Three—

Two—

Three.

Zehell’s eyes widened slightly.

"You’re using my force against the ring."

"Yes."

The sphere expanded.

Not rapidly.

Deliberately.

It was not an attack.

It was demonstration.

Origin and eclipse coexisting in a closed loop.

The planetary rings shuddered.

Constraint recalculated.

Zehell snarled softly.

"Stop showing it alternatives!"

She lunged.

Her mantle thickened into full eclipse armor.

She struck through the sphere.

Shattered it.

Closed distance instantly.

Her knee drove into his midsection.

The impact sent him crashing through the remnants of the academy spire.

Stone disintegrated.

Shockwaves rippled across the city.

She followed him downward like a falling star.

Mid-descent—

He twisted.

Void Punch.

Full compression.

Not measured.

This time—

Explosive.

His fist connected with her shoulder.

Eclipse armor cracked.

A fissure of gold split across her mantle.

For the first time—

Zehell bled.

Not red.

Liquid gold-black light spilled briefly before evaporating.

She grinned.

"Good."

They collided again at ground level.

The earth split open in concentric rings.

Dust and debris spiraled upward.

Ling Yifan and the Vice Dean retreated to safe distance.

Above—

The planetary rings slowed descent momentarily.

Constraint was destabilized by the direct clash.

Zehell grabbed his throat.

Lifted him.

Slammed him into the crater floor.

The fracture flared violently.

Black light exploded outward in a dome.

The dome tore through nearby structures but halted before civilian zones.

Even now—

He was measuring collateral.

Zehell hovered above him.

"You still protect them mid-battle."

"Yes."

"Then you will lose."

She gathered eclipse energy into both hands.

Not singularity.

Not projection.

A blade of pure fracture-density formed—longer than the academy itself.

She raised it high.

The sky dimmed in response.

The planetary rings accelerated again.

If that blade fell—

It would not just strike him.

It would sever remainder from iteration.

Long Hao rose slowly from the crater.

The fracture widened again.

Iris fully open.

Black light roared around him.

But this time—

He did not let it surge randomly.

He compressed it into his arms.

Origin condensed around his fists like gauntlets forged from abyss.

He stepped forward into the descending blade.

Caught it.

Bare-handed.

The world went silent.

Gold-black blade met black origin gauntlet.

They locked.

Zehell pushed down with full force.

The ground beneath him shattered.

His knees buckled slightly.

The fracture flared violently.

The planetary rings trembled.

The number flickered—

Three—

Two—

Three.

Heaven was struggling to maintain countdown stability.

Zehell’s eyes burned fiercely.

"End it!"

He looked up at her.

"No."

He twisted his arms outward.

The blade split down the center.

Two halves flying harmlessly into the sky.

They pierced the golden lattice.

Two new fissures formed.

Constraint destabilized further.

Zehell staggered back for the first time.

Her mantle flickered.

Her aura thinned.

But her eyes—

Were alive.

"You’re weakening the system slowly," she said.

"Yes."

"That gives it time to adapt."

"Good."

She froze for half a second.

"You want it to evolve."

"Yes."

The planetary rings wavered again.

The second ring flickered unstable.

The number trembled.

Zehell inhaled sharply.

"You think evolution won’t create something worse?"

Long Hao stepped forward again.

Black light steady.

Fracture controlled.

"Then we face it."

She attacked again.

But this time—

Her movements were sharper.

More desperate.

She unleashed a barrage of eclipse strikes—thousands in a second.

Long Hao met them.

Not dodging.

Not blocking individually.

He expanded a thin layer of origin around himself.

Every strike that hit the layer was absorbed and redirected upward into the ring.

The sky became battlefield.

Gold cracked.

Black surged.

Constraint trembled.

The number flickered violently.

Three—

Two—

Three—

Two—

Three.

Heaven was losing stable countdown integrity.

Zehell’s breathing grew heavier.

Not weak.

Strained.

She surged one final time in Part II.

A full-body eclipse eruption.

Her aura expanded outward in a colossal sphere.

If left unchecked—

It would collapse the rings instantly.

Long Hao reacted.

He opened the fracture fully again.

Not to explode.

To embrace.

The black iris rotated faster than ever before.

He stepped into her eruption.

Wrapped his arms around her.

And compressed both of them inward.

The eclipse sphere collapsed into a dense core between them.

Silent.

Controlled.

Balanced.

The planetary rings halted descent entirely.

The number froze.

Three.

Stable.

For now.

They hovered face-to-face in the eye of compressed origin-eclipse equilibrium.

Breathing heavy.

Auras flickering.

Neither victorious.

Neither defeated.

Zehell’s voice was quieter now.

"You still won’t break it."

"No."

"And you still won’t let it reset."

"No."

The sky above trembled.

Constraint recalculated.

The next escalation would not be theirs alone.

It would involve Heaven directly.

Part II ended not in dominance—

But in stalemate born of mutual refusal to yield.

The planetary rings resumed slow rotation.

Three burned in unstable gold.

And somewhere beyond the lattice—

Something began preparing to intervene.

[PART II ENDS]