CHAPTER 168 — ECLIPSE DRAGON DESCENDS
The canyon did not recover.
It held its breath.
Dust hovered midair, refusing to fall. The fractured sky above still carried the faint scar left by Heaven's departure. The golden mark on Long Hao's chest glowed dimly, steady—but alert.
Zehell stood at the center of ruin.
Not breathing hard.Not wounded.
Watching.
"You all misunderstand something," she said softly.
The wind died instantly.
"I was never fighting to win."
Her black-gold aura began to change.
Not expand.
Condense.
The light around her body folded inward like gravity had reversed direction. The temperature dropped sharply. Frost crept along shattered canyon stone.
The Vice Dean's eyes narrowed.
"Everyone back."
Too late.
The space behind Zehell cracked vertically.
Not a tear.
A rift.
Black and silver radiance leaked through it like something vast pressed against reality from the other side.
The rift widened.
A scale emerged.
Then another.
Massive.
