MY HIDDEN TALENT IS FORBIDDEN BY THE HEAVENS-Chapter 142: BEYOND HEAVEN
Chapter 142 — BEYOND HEAVEN
The desert was quiet.
The cave behind them stood like a wound in the stone, dark and ancient, as if it had swallowed something it should never have held.
The sky above was clear. Blue. Ordinary.
But Long Hao knew better.
Heaven had retreated.
Not surrendered.
Retreated.
Bronze Squad had moved ahead along the ridge, giving Long Hao and Zehell space without saying so. No one wanted to interrupt whatever silence had settled between them.
Zehell walked beside him, spear resting loosely across her shoulder.
"You’re thinking too loud," she said after several minutes.
He glanced at her.
"That’s not possible."
"It is when your face looks like that."
He almost smiled.
Almost.
But something was wrong.
Not outside.
Inside.
The void was stable.
His core was calm.
The Sovereign fragment was quiet.
Too quiet.
He slowed slightly.
Zehell noticed immediately.
"What is it?"
He closed his eyes briefly.
"Longyu."
Her name hung in the air.
Zehell frowned.
"What about her?"
"She’s not responding."
That made Zehell stop walking entirely.
"What do you mean not responding?"
Long Hao focused inward.
Normally, even in silence, there was presence. A faint awareness. A hum of shared existence.
Now—
Nothing.
"Longyu," he called internally.
No answer.
He reached deeper.
"Longyu."
Silence.
Not resistance.
Not suppression.
Absence.
A faint chill ran through him.
Zehell watched him carefully.
"You look like you just realized something."
"I can’t feel her."
Zehell blinked.
"What does that mean?"
"It means—"
He tried again.
More forcefully this time.
"Longyu."
The void responded.
But the Sovereign core did not.
He felt the triangular lattice structure.
He felt the silver fragment.
But Longyu—
The consciousness.
The personality.
The evolving voice that had been beside him through every crisis—
Gone.
He exhaled slowly.
"She’s not here."
Zehell’s grip tightened around her spear.
"Did Heaven take her?"
"No."
Heaven had tried to reclaim him.
Not Longyu.
This felt different.
This felt—
Preemptive.
The air shifted.
A low tremor ran through the desert sand beneath their feet.
Zehell turned sharply toward the cave entrance.
From within the darkness—
Light emerged.
Not golden.
Not silver.
Black and white.
A slow, swirling radiance like an eclipse forming in reverse.
The temperature dropped slightly.
Wind ceased entirely.
The light coalesced at the cave mouth.
And then—
The dragon emerged.
Not fully physical.
Not entirely spectral.
A projection of something far greater, compressing itself into mortal scale.
Its obsidian scales shimmered faintly.
Its violet eyes burned with depth that felt endless.
Zehell stepped instinctively in front of Long Hao.
The dragon did not advance.
It regarded them calmly.
"You call for another."
Its voice was low, steady.
"She cannot answer."
Long Hao’s jaw tightened.
"What did you do?"
"I did nothing."
The dragon’s tail coiled lazily behind it, stirring sand without touching it.
"She withdraws."
"Withdraws?"
"She stands beyond this threshold."
Zehell’s voice cut in sharply.
"What threshold?"
The dragon’s gaze shifted to her briefly.
"Beyond Heaven."
Silence fell.
Long Hao stepped forward.
"What does that mean?"
The dragon’s eyes deepened.
"You have refused ascension."
"Yes."
"You have refused dominion."
"Yes."
"You have refused inevitability."
"Yes."
The dragon inclined its head slightly.
"Then you have reached the boundary."
"The boundary between what?"
"Between cycle and origin."
The wind did not return.
The desert felt suspended in time.
"You seek answers," the dragon continued.
"You seek the final destination."
"Beyond Heaven."
Long Hao’s breath slowed.
"Beyond Heaven?"
"Yes."
"Heaven is structure."
"Heaven is law."
"Heaven is balance."
"But Heaven is not origin."
Zehell’s confusion sharpened.
"What are you saying?"
The dragon’s voice lowered further.
"There is something beyond Heaven."
The words felt heavier than any cosmic revelation before.
Long Hao’s mind raced.
If Heaven was not origin—
Then what created Heaven?
What created law?
What defined collapse and correction?
The dragon’s eyes locked onto him.
"To know the final answer."
"To know the true destination."
"You must merge."
Silence.
Zehell’s fingers tightened on her spear.
"Merge with what?"
The dragon’s gaze did not waver.
"With me."
The desert trembled faintly.
Long Hao did not react immediately.
"Explain."
"I am Anchor."
"I remember what Heaven does not."
"I remember before structure."
"If you merge with me, you will see beyond law."
"You will see what waits beyond Heaven."
Zehell turned sharply to Long Hao.
"Don’t."
He didn’t move.
He didn’t speak.
He just stared at the dragon.
"What happens if I merge?"
"You will remember fully."
"You will see the origin."
"You will understand why cycles exist."
"And why they end."
A faint pulse moved through his chest.
Temptation.
Not of power.
Of truth.
He looked inward again.
"Longyu."
Nothing.
He tried again.
"Longyu."
Still nothing.
The absence was louder now.
"Why can’t she answer?" he demanded.
The dragon replied evenly.
"She cannot cross this boundary."
"Because?"
"She is product of Heaven."
"She is fragment of regulation."
"She cannot enter origin."
Zehell felt cold.
"So if he merges..."
"She will be left behind."
The words struck harder than any golden chain.
Long Hao clenched his fist.
"You’re telling me I have to abandon her?"
"I am telling you she cannot follow."
The desert seemed to hold its breath.
Zehell stepped directly in front of him now.
"No."
Her voice was steady.
"You don’t sacrifice people for answers."
Long Hao met her gaze.
"I’m not sacrificing her."
The dragon’s voice cut in.
"You do not lose her."
"You transcend her."
Zehell’s eyes flashed.
"That sounds the same."
Silence.
Long Hao tried one last time.
He closed his eyes fully.
Focused inward.
Deeper than the void.
Deeper than the fragment.
"Longyu."
He felt the faintest echo.
A distant ripple.
Then—
Stillness.
She was not gone.
She was outside.
Waiting.
He exhaled slowly.
"She’s still there," he murmured.
"But she won’t come here."
Zehell’s voice softened slightly.
"Then maybe you shouldn’t either."
The dragon’s wings shifted faintly.
"Truth requires cost."
"Origin demands separation."
Long Hao looked at the horizon.
Then back at the dragon.
"What lies beyond Heaven?"
The dragon’s violet eyes burned brighter.
"The source of cycles."
"The architect of inevitability."
"The force that even Heaven obeys."
Zehell whispered under her breath.
"There’s something higher."
"Yes."
The dragon’s gaze did not blink.
"And it watches."
Long Hao’s pulse slowed.
"And you want me to see it."
"Yes."
"To decide whether Heaven remains."
The desert wind returned faintly.
Carrying sand in slow spirals around them.
Zehell stepped closer.
"Long Hao."
Her voice wasn’t commanding.
It was pleading for clarity.
"Tell me what’s happening."
He turned to her fully now.
For the first time since the dragon had appeared—
His expression shifted.
Not cosmic.
Not distant.
Personal.
"You deserve to know," he said quietly.
The dragon remained silent.
Watching.
Waiting.
Zehell’s brow furrowed.
"Know what?"
He inhaled slowly.
The weight of it settled.
The boundary.
The origin.
The missing piece.
He had remembered enough to know one thing.
The Eclipse Dragon had not been born here.
The cycles did not begin here.
Heaven was not the first system he had defied.
And Long Hao—
Long Hao had not been born solely from this world’s destiny.
He met her eyes.
Steady.
Unflinching.
"I AM NOT FROM THIS WORLD."
Silence swallowed the desert.
Zehell’s fingers went still around her spear.
Bronze Squad froze mid-step in the distance.
The dragon’s eyes burned quietly in approval.
And above them—
Far beyond mortal sight—
Something ancient stirred.
[Chapter ENDS]
