After Transmigrating, I Died of Depression Without My Phone - Chapter 89.2
By now, the sky had brightened completely. The sun shone high in the sky, casting its warm, golden light over everything.
From the moment they detected the anomaly in the formation until now, everything had gone according to Beiting Xue and Long Xiang’s plan, including this final battle.
She knew Beiting Xue had waited a long time for this day.
This was his journey, his knot to untie. It was something he had to face himself. That’s why Long Xiang didn’t try to interfere.
She paced back and forth on the steps outside the hall, occasionally thinking about Beiting Xue’s physical condition. The battle seemed unfair under these circumstances.
If he were at his peak, she wouldn’t feel so uneasy.
Forget it.
She’d just have to wait and see.
She had been outside for quite a while now, but there was still no sound coming from inside. Shouldn’t a battle between powerful cultivators shake the heavens and earth? How could there be no movement at all?
Long Xiang tried to hold back, but in the end, she couldn’t resist. She took out her phone and opened the album, seeing the black thumbnails recording the massive confrontation inside.
She was just about to take a closer look when the previously silent 4897 in her storage ring suddenly spoke up.
“Host, I advise you not to go in.”
Long Xiang replied, “Watch your words. I am no longer your host.”
“…Then what should I call you? Your name?”
“Do you deserve that?”
4897 choked on the words, speechless for a moment.
Long Xiang hesitated, her finger hovering over the screen. Coldly and formally, she said, “Call me Miss Long.”
4897, now thoroughly frustrated, snapped, “Miss Long, I’m honestly saying this for your own good. You really shouldn’t look. I’m afraid once you see, you’ll completely lose faith in the male lead.”
Long Xiang sneered, completely unfazed. 4897 then asked, “Before you came here, didn’t you think the male lead’s actions in the Blood Moon arc were horrifying?”
“They deserved it. The more miserable their deaths, the more justified.”
“Yes, they deserved it. But what I’m saying is, what’s happening in the Hall of Souls right now is a hundred times worse than the Blood Moon arc. Are you still sure you want to watch?”
“Is it really that intense? Now I definitely have to see it.”
Long Xiang dove straight into the video.
4897: “…”
It could’ve stayed out of this and remained quiet. But now, not only was it in a bind, it was also furious.
How infuriating.
The moment Long Xiang saw what was happening in the Hall of Souls, she realized 4897 was telling the truth this time.
She thought, if Beiting Xue’s fate was to kill his own parents, then was he still walking that predetermined path?
It seemed like they had changed so much, but in the end, nothing had changed at all.
What she saw was a sea of blood.
The Hall of Souls was drenched in blood, the crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling dripping red as if it were raining blood.
The blood wasn’t just Bai Qingyin’s. It was Beiting Xue’s as well.
The mother and son, separated for hundreds of years, had fought each other with no mercy, leaving no room for retreat—this battle would only end in death.
Was Bai Qingyin dead?
From outside the glowing barrier, Long Xiang saw Beiting Xue collapse in the center of the hall, his white robe soaked in blood, turning it into a red shroud.
His face was covered in blood, making his pale complexion even more like paper.
The dark, brooding look in his eyes was gone. Instead, they appeared innocent, like a newborn’s.
Though he was no longer young, and his stature was tall, at that moment, as he lay there, he looked like a weary fledgling, sinking into the embrace of his mother.
But Long Xiang couldn’t see Bai Qingyin.
She forced herself to endure the overwhelming smell of blood. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, she remembered that Beiting Xue couldn’t see her.
Where was Bai Qingyin? Was she dead or not? Where had she gone?
Thinking about that was the only thing that kept Long Xiang somewhat calm.
Suddenly, her phone vibrated on her wrist. Long Xiang glanced at it. It was an alert about her power level skyrocketing.
The last time this happened was at the bottom of the Demon Cave when the shards of the Celestial Ladder had forcefully invaded her.
A sinking feeling filled her heart, and sure enough, she soon felt the shards of the Celestial Ladder trembling inside her body.
A sharp pain shot through Long Xiang’s chest, and the next moment, the four shards of the Celestial Ladder burst out of her body and entered Beiting Xue’s.
His body shook, but he didn’t seem surprised.
At that moment, Long Xiang finally understood where Bai Qingyin was.
She was everywhere.
Her body and soul had scattered, surrounding Beiting Xue like a demonic shadow.
“For you, it seems I was never a good mother,” Bai Qingyin’s voice echoed softly. “So, at this point, why not make it even more certain? You don’t have great ambitions. You just want to live a peaceful life with the one you love, don’t you? But I won’t let that happen.”
“Killing me won’t be easy, but I’ll teach you a way.”
An invisible hand guided Beiting Xue, helping him absorb and fuse with the shards.
“Repair the Celestial Ladder. Use yourself to complete the three shards you destroyed. Only then can you kill me.”
“Go ahead, try it, my Xiao Xue.”
Long Xiang’s eyes flew open, and she dashed toward the Hall of Souls, desperate to stop everything.
Beiting Xue didn’t seem like he wanted to listen. There was a hint of resistance in his expression. But just as Long Xiang leaped into the hall, she saw a moment of hesitation flash across his face.
“Beiting Xue!!!”
Long Xiang shouted his name. He did look over at her, but in the very next moment, he disappeared.
A shocking surge of divine power swept through the air. Long Xiang knew this power all too well. It was the Celestial Ladder.
Her mind flashed back to the original book’s ending.
Beiting Xue sacrificed himself. The Celestial Ladder was restored, and Bai Qingyin was obliterated by its power. The world was plunged into eternal night for seven days, after which spring returned, bringing peace to the world.
Long Xiang stood frozen as the divine power rushed toward her. Despite how pure and natural it felt, something about it seemed wrong, as though it intended to destroy everything—including her.
Just as the spiritual energy was about to touch her, a gentle shield of light enveloped her, protecting her. She opened her eyes wide, watching the white light rapidly spread across the land.
Her eyelashes fluttered, and she stared blankly at the soft glow surrounding her. Reaching out, she touched the light, and as it entered her fingertips, her entire body shuddered. Her cultivation level soared instantly.
In that brief moment, the white light vanished, and the blood inside the Hall of Souls disappeared as well. Bai Qingyin and Beiting Xue were both gone.
Long Xiang slowly rose to her feet, her gaze sweeping across every corner of the hall. Distracted and disoriented, she flew away, her steps hastening toward the center of the royal city. She looked up at what had been a bright, clear sky.
Now, the sky was pitch black, the sun completely gone without a trace.
If not for the faint glow emanating from her body, it would have been nearly impossible to see anything.
Eternal night.
Seven days of eternal night.
What… what is this?
Is this… the end?