MY HIDDEN TALENT IS FORBIDDEN BY THE HEAVENS-Chapter 171: THE FIRST BATTLEFIELD
Chapter 171 — THE FIRST BATTLEFIELD
The desert did not greet them with wind.
It greeted them with memory.
The spatial transit dissolved, and heat slammed into their lungs. Ruinsand stretched before them—no longer a frontier city clinging to survival, but a wound reopening.
The outer wall was broken.
Half-buried in dunes.
Towers leaned at unnatural angles as if pushed aside by something that had risen from beneath, not invaded from beyond.
The Vice Dean stepped forward first, his aura expanding carefully, minimal output, controlled.
"Maintain suppression," he reminded quietly.
Long Hao nodded.
The golden mark over his chest pulsed once.
He could feel it adjusting to the new environment.
The Pseudo-Sovereign stood several kilometers ahead, skeletal ridges glowing with golden inscriptions. But it was not attacking.
It was waiting.
The sand beneath it trembled in slow, rhythmic pulses.
Thump.
Pause.
Thump.
Long Hao felt it inside his core.
A second heartbeat.
The fragment responded instinctively.
The Vice Dean followed his gaze.
"That formation."
From beneath the dunes, the rising structure had fully emerged now.
A circular stone platform hundreds of meters wide, etched with eclipse sigils so ancient they looked worn by time itself. Black-white patterns spiraled inward toward a central depression.
Not carved recently.
Not activated randomly.
Excavated.
Heaven had not created this.
It had revealed it.
The Dean’s voice came through the communication channel, distorted but steady.
"Historical markers match no academy record."
Ling Yifan’s voice followed faintly from long-distance relay.
"Energy pattern?"
The Vice Dean closed his eyes briefly.
"Pre-Heaven classification."
Silence.
Long Hao took a slow step forward.
The golden mark burned—not painfully—but intensely.
The closer he moved toward the platform, the more distinct the resonance became.
Not hostile.
Not welcoming.
Recognizing.
The Pseudo-Sovereign shifted slightly.
Golden inscriptions across its bones rearranged themselves, aligning toward the stone circle.
Chen exhaled sharply.
"It’s guarding it."
"No," Long Hao said quietly.
"It’s bound to it."
The sand around the platform began sinking inward slowly, revealing deeper layers of structure beneath. Pillars carved with fragmented eclipse emblems rose around the perimeter.
Not decorative.
Functional.
The Vice Dean’s eyes sharpened.
"This was a sealing array."
Long Hao’s fragment vibrated more intensely.
A memory brushed the edge of his consciousness.
Not visual.
Not clear.
Just... weight.
A sky filled with golden chains.
A dragon roaring beneath them.
And a circle beneath its claws.
Iteration One.
The golden mark flared.
Pain lanced through his chest.
He steadied himself.
The Vice Dean caught the motion.
"It’s reacting."
"It remembers this place," Long Hao said.
The Pseudo-Sovereign suddenly roared.
Not at them.
At the sky.
The sound split the desert air and echoed for miles.
The sky above Ruinsand flickered faintly.
Not cracking.
Not opening.
But thinning.
Heaven was watching more closely here.
Long Hao stepped forward again.
This time the mark resisted harder.
Golden sparks crawled along his collarbone.
He clenched his jaw.
"I have to approach."
"You surge and Heaven reinforces the suppression," the Vice Dean warned.
"I won’t surge."
He walked.
Slow.
Measured.
Each step toward the circular platform felt heavier than the last.
The sand resisted him.
The air thickened.
The Pseudo-Sovereign turned its hollow eye sockets toward him.
Its skeletal form towered above the rising platform like a sentinel.
Golden inscriptions crawled faster along its bones.
Heaven had written law into it.
Not to control it.
To stabilize it.
To prevent it from collapsing under whatever had happened here before.
Long Hao stopped twenty meters from the platform.
The fragment inside him pulsed sharply.
He closed his eyes.
And this time—
He saw it.
Not fully.
But enough.
The stone circle beneath the sand was not just a battlefield.
It was a failure.
Iteration One had stood here.
Eclipse power at its peak.
And Heaven had descended in full.
Golden chains across the sky.
Law constructs encircling the desert.
And at the center—
A dragon that chose not to destroy the world.
But to stand against Heaven.
The golden mark flared violently.
The memory cut off.
Long Hao staggered.
The Vice Dean caught him by the shoulder.
"Enough."
He inhaled slowly.
The fragment stabilized again.
"Iteration One didn’t lose here," Long Hao said quietly.
The Vice Dean frowned.
"Explain."
"It ended something."
The Pseudo-Sovereign moved.
Not attacking.
It stepped aside.
The ground shook beneath its weight.
The central depression of the stone circle was now fully exposed.
At its center—
A massive circular imprint.
Claw-shaped.
Dragon-sized.
Chen whispered under his breath.
"That’s..."
"Yes," Long Hao murmured.
"A landing mark."
The sky above thinned further.
Golden ripples shimmered faintly.
The Vice Dean’s voice sharpened.
"We are running out of time."
Long Hao stepped onto the platform.
The moment his foot touched the stone—
The fragment inside him erupted in resonance.
The golden mark ignited violently.
The sky cracked.
A thin golden fissure split the heavens above Ruinsand.
The Pseudo-Sovereign roared again.
This time—
In response.
The stone circle flared to life.
Eclipse sigils glowed black and white in spiraling layers.
The Vice Dean expanded his aura instantly, forming a suppression barrier around Long Hao to reduce external signature.
But it was too late.
The sky opened slightly.
Not enough for Executors.
Not yet.
But enough for observation.
Long Hao knelt instinctively at the center imprint.
He placed his hand over the claw mark.
The fragment inside him aligned perfectly with the stone.
Not chaotic.
Not explosive.
Resonant.
The desert trembled.
The Pseudo-Sovereign’s golden inscriptions flickered.
Then destabilized.
The creature roared in confusion.
The Vice Dean stared.
"The reinforcement is weakening."
Long Hao understood instantly.
Heaven had reinforced the Pseudo-Sovereign to prevent this site from activating again.
But the fragment—
Belonged here.
The golden mark burned fiercely.
Trying to clamp down.
Trying to suppress the resonance.
Long Hao gritted his teeth.
He did not surge.
He did not expand outward.
He folded inward.
Compressed his output.
Guided the resonance through the stone instead of through the sky.
The eclipse sigils brightened.
The sky fissure widened slightly.
Golden light pressed downward.
The Vice Dean shouted sharply.
"Now!"
Chen and Ouyang struck simultaneously at the Pseudo-Sovereign’s legs.
Not to kill.
To destabilize.
The creature staggered.
Golden inscriptions cracked.
Long Hao felt something beneath the platform unlock.
A pulse of ancient energy shot upward through the stone.
Not Anchor.
Not Heaven.
Older.
The golden mark flared to maximum intensity.
Pain tore through his chest.
The sky fissure widened further.
The Vice Dean reinforced the suppression barrier to its limit.
The desert wind howled violently.
The Pseudo-Sovereign collapsed onto one knee.
The golden inscriptions across its skeleton shattered like brittle glass.
Long Hao pressed his hand harder into the claw imprint.
"Iteration One didn’t lose," he whispered.
"He sealed."
The stone circle completed its activation.
A column of black-white radiance erupted upward.
Not attacking the sky.
Stabilizing it.
The golden fissure trembled violently—
Then began closing.
The sky resisted.
But the eclipse column pushed steadily upward.
Heaven’s pressure intensified for a split second—
Then lessened.
The fissure sealed halfway.
The Pseudo-Sovereign’s golden reinforcements disintegrated entirely.
The creature roared one final time—
Then collapsed, inert.
The desert fell silent.
The eclipse column dimmed slowly.
The golden mark on Long Hao’s chest flickered erratically—
Then steadied.
The sky above Ruinsand sealed completely.
The Vice Dean exhaled slowly.
"Heaven withdrew."
Long Hao remained kneeling.
Breathing heavily.
He understood now.
Iteration One had not been destroyed here.
It had chosen to seal this site.
To prevent Heaven from using it again.
And Heaven had tried to reclaim it.
The fragment inside him vibrated faintly.
Stronger now.
Not larger.
Deeper.
The Vice Dean stepped beside him.
"What did you unlock?"
Long Hao looked at the claw imprint beneath his hand.
"Not power."
He stood slowly.
"Memory."
The desert wind moved again.
Gentle.
The Pseudo-Sovereign lay dormant.
The platform’s glow faded into faint lines etched permanently into stone.
Long Hao looked toward the horizon.
The cycle was not repeating blindly.
It was remembering.
And somewhere—
Heaven had just realized—
The desert did not celebrate.
It did not quiet gently.
It held still.
The eclipse column that had sealed the fissure faded into faint etchings across the stone platform, but the air remained charged. The Pseudo-Sovereign lay collapsed at the edge of the battlefield, skeletal frame inert, golden inscriptions fully shattered.
The Vice Dean slowly lowered his barrier.
"Heaven disengaged," he murmured.
But Long Hao didn’t relax.
The fragment inside him wasn’t calm.
It was alert.
The stone beneath his palm still held residual warmth, ancient and deliberate. Iteration One had sealed this place. He had felt it. Not defeat.
Sacrifice.
The wind shifted.
The temperature dropped—not gradually, but instantly.
Chen turned sharply. "You feel that?"
Ouyang’s breath fogged faintly despite the desert heat.
The Vice Dean’s aura flared defensively.
Long Hao didn’t need to look.
He already knew.
The sand several meters behind the platform began lifting upward, not blown by wind, not displaced by force.
Floating.
Suspended.
A black-gold ripple moved through it like a shadow passing through water.
Then—
She stepped out.
Zehell.
Not wounded.
Not strained.
Not hurried.
She walked barefoot across the hovering sand, each step forming a solid surface beneath her before dissolving again. Her expression was unreadable—not amused, not angry.
Assessing.
"You reached it," she said quietly.
Her voice did not echo.
It settled.
The Vice Dean shifted subtly between her and Long Hao.
"You’re too late."
Zehell’s gaze flicked to him briefly.
"I am never late."
Her eyes returned to Long Hao.
"You stood where he stood."
The fragment inside him pulsed in recognition.
"You knew about this place," Long Hao said.
Zehell tilted her head slightly.
"I was here."
The desert wind stilled entirely.
Chen’s grip tightened on his weapon.
The Vice Dean’s tone sharpened.
"Iteration One."
Zehell’s lips curved faintly.
"You call him that."
She stepped onto the platform.
The stone beneath her feet did not reject her.
It did not flare.
It acknowledged.
Long Hao’s pulse slowed.
"You fought here."
Zehell’s gaze drifted across the desert horizon.
"No."
"I ended something here."
Her words carried weight that pressed against the ribs.
Long Hao clenched his jaw.
"You sealed Heaven."
Zehell’s eyes flicked back to him.
"For a time."
The golden mark on his chest pulsed sharply.
As if disapproving of the conversation.
The sky above did not crack.
But it thinned.
Watching.
Zehell stepped closer to the central claw imprint.
She did not kneel.
She did not touch it.
"You felt it, didn’t you?" she asked softly.
"The hesitation."
Long Hao didn’t deny it.
"When the fissure widened," he said, "it didn’t descend fully."
"No," Zehell agreed.
"It remembered this place."
The Vice Dean’s expression darkened.
"Heaven remembers defeat?"
Zehell’s gaze turned cold.
"Heaven remembers cost."
The fragment inside Long Hao stirred more violently now.
He felt it pulling—not toward Zehell, not toward the sky.
Toward the stone.
Toward what had been buried beneath.
Zehell noticed.
"Do you understand what he did here?" she asked.
Long Hao held her gaze.
"He chose to seal instead of destroy."
Zehell’s eyes sharpened.
"And do you know why?"
Silence.
The desert seemed to wait for the answer.
"He could have burned the sky," Zehell continued quietly.
"He had the strength."
The Vice Dean stiffened.
"Burn the sky?"
"Yes."
Zehell’s voice did not rise.
"He had surpassed threshold."
The golden mark flared faintly at that phrase.
"But if he burned it," she went on, "the world would have burned with it."
Long Hao’s breath slowed.
The fragment vibrated.
Iteration One had stood here with enough power to attempt destruction of Heaven’s law.
But he had chosen restraint.
Sacrifice.
Zehell stepped closer to Long Hao now.
The Vice Dean’s aura flared warningly.
She ignored it.
"You think Heaven suppresses you out of fear," she said.
"It suppresses you because it has measured that outcome before."
The words hit like a blade.
Measured.
Outcome.
"You are Iteration Three," Zehell continued.
"You carry the memory of two failures."
Long Hao’s jaw tightened.
"Failure?"
"Yes."
"Iteration One sealed."
"Iteration Two resisted."
"And you," she said softly, "adapt."
The golden mark burned brighter.
As if reacting to classification.
Long Hao stepped forward despite the Vice Dean’s hand.
"What happened to Iteration Two?"
Zehell’s expression shifted.
Not amusement.
Not cruelty.
Regret.
"He tried to balance both sides."
"He tried to merge Heaven and Eclipse."
The fragment inside Long Hao pulsed sharply.
Pain flickered through his chest.
"And?"
Zehell’s gaze lowered slightly.
"He was erased."
The desert wind resumed faintly.
Long Hao felt something cold settle into his bones.
Erased.
Not killed.
Not defeated.
Removed.
The Vice Dean spoke carefully.
"Heaven does not erase without total destabilization risk."
Zehell looked at him calmly.
"He triggered it."
The implication was clear.
Iteration Two had pushed too far.
Tried to merge law and eclipse fully.
Heaven had responded with annihilation.
Long Hao looked down at the claw imprint beneath his feet.
"Iteration One sealed."
"Iteration Two merged."
"And I..."
"You destabilize," Zehell finished.
Her voice did not accuse.
It observed.
The golden mark pulsed again.
Long Hao felt the suppression tighten subtly.
Zehell’s eyes flicked to his chest.
"Does it hurt?"
He didn’t answer.
"That mark," she said, "is not only suppression."
"It is a leash."
"Yes."
"But also..."
Her voice softened.
"A tether."
Long Hao’s brow furrowed.
"To what?"
"To continuation."
The sky thinned further.
The Vice Dean’s aura rose sharply.
"Enough riddles."
Zehell ignored him.
She raised one hand slowly.
The sand around the platform rose again, forming a circular wall around them.
Not aggressive.
Isolating.
Chen tensed.
Long Hao did not move.
"You are wondering why I did not stop you from activating this place," Zehell said.
"Yes."
"Because this battlefield was never meant to remain buried."
Her eyes locked with his.
"It was meant to be remembered."
The fragment inside him resonated violently now.
A memory pushed forward.
Not complete.
But clearer.
A dragon standing on this very platform.
Golden chains across the sky.
And a woman standing beside it.
Not as enemy.
As witness.
Long Hao’s breath caught.
"You were there," he whispered.
Zehell’s gaze did not waver.
"I watched him choose."
The desert wind howled once.
Then stopped.
"You call me villain," she continued quietly.
"But I have stood at the end of this cycle twice."
Her voice was steady.
"And both times, the choice was the same."
Long Hao’s fists tightened.
"What choice?"
Zehell stepped closer.
Close enough that the golden mark reacted sharply.
"Burn Heaven," she said.
"Or preserve the world."
The Vice Dean’s face paled slightly.
"That level of output—"
"Yes," Zehell interrupted softly.
"Would collapse both."
Silence crushed the air.
Long Hao understood.
Iteration One had sealed.
Iteration Two had tried to balance.
Heaven had erased him.
Now—
Iteration Three stood here.
Zehell studied him carefully.
"Heaven is escalating again."
"You sealed this site," she nodded toward the platform.
"That was necessary."
"But containment will not end this."
Long Hao’s voice lowered.
"What are you suggesting?"
Zehell’s expression shifted subtly.
Not playful.
Not manipulative.
Serious.
"I am suggesting," she said quietly, "that the cycle is nearing convergence."
The golden mark flared painfully.
The sky flickered faintly.
The Vice Dean stepped forward sharply.
"That is enough."
Zehell’s eyes returned to Long Hao.
"You will face the same decision."
"And this time—"
She leaned closer.
"There will be no sealing."
The sand wall collapsed instantly.
The desert wind surged violently.
Zehell’s body dissolved into black-gold fragments once more.
But before she vanished entirely—
She spoke one final time.
"Remember this battlefield."
"Because next time..."
Her voice faded.
"...it will not be empty."
She disappeared.
The desert fell silent again.
Long Hao stood motionless at the center of the ancient platform.
The golden mark pulsed faintly.
The fragment inside him burned deeper than ever.
The Vice Dean exhaled slowly.
"She is pushing you."
Long Hao looked at the claw imprint beneath his hand.
"No."
He lifted his gaze to the horizon. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢
"She’s warning me."
Above—
The sky remained intact.
But thinner than before.
And somewhere beyond sight—
Heaven recalculated.
The battlefield had awakened.
The dragon had returned.
And the cycle—
Was no longer theoretical.
