After Transmigrating, I Died of Depression Without My Phone - Chapter 90.2
Before the Great War of the Four Realms, no cultivator could see the true form of the Celestial Ladder unless they were undergoing tribulation. So, what exactly was this thing standing before her now?
Fortunately, the cultivators were not as oblivious as Beiting Changyuan had been. The festering wounds and intense pain brought them back to their senses. They quickly realized something was wrong, and their thoughts turned to Beiting Xue.
Unable to find Beiting Xue, they turned to Long Xiang.
“Your Majesty, where has the King gone?” someone asked. “Is he atop the Celestial Ladder?”
“The King is the Dragon God. Now that the Celestial Ladder has been repaired, it must be his doing. He has made such a great contribution to the world, for which we are deeply grateful. Has the King ascended to the heavens? Will he ever return?”
Some sharp-minded individuals thought of checking Beiting Xue’s soul lamp to find out, but Long Xiang had already taken it with her. Without the lamp to give them a clear answer, they were left uncertain.
Long Xiang stood in the midst of countless gazes, finally speaking the first and only words she had said since the incident occurred.
“Yes, he has ascended to become a true god.”
Though her heart was in turmoil, Long Xiang’s face remained calm and composed.
Her simple, steady words were enough to convince everyone.
They crowded around her, asking her to explain the strange rashes and wounds they had developed.
She glanced at them and said, “The Celestial Ladder was once only visible to those who had achieved immortality or godhood. Now it stands here for all to see. Isn’t it normal that you would be repelled by it if your cultivation isn’t high enough?”
With this explanation, the crowd realized the truth. They quickly distanced themselves from the Celestial Ladder, severing their hopes of ascending to the heavens.
Long Xiang said nothing more. She turned and left the Hall of Souls.
She was close to her breaking point.
She needed to be alone, to gather her thoughts without anyone bothering her.
Some cultivators wanted to follow, but in the end, they stayed behind.
If Beiting Xue had truly ascended, then Long Xiang was now their only hope left in this world.
Beiting Xue had loved her deeply, and even if he had ascended, they were sure he would never let her go. As long as they supported Long Xiang, they too could rise to power and eventually ascend to the upper realms alongside her.
After some quick deliberation, the group decided to elect Long Xiang as the new ruler of Northern Court.
Northern Court had always been the royal city of the human realm, and now that Beiting Xue had ascended, this city would rightfully become the royal city of humanity.
Long Xiang had once vowed to Bai Qingyin that she would rule the world. What had seemed like an impossible dream had now suddenly come true.
She hid away in the small house she had shared with Beiting Xue, listening to the noise and discussions outside.
Though they were far away, her heightened cultivation allowed her to hear everything clearly. A powerful, pure spiritual energy flowed through her body, nourishing her, making it hard not to hear every word being spoken.
“Why hasn’t the sky brightened yet?”
“Yes, it’s a bit strange.”
They briefly talked about it before brushing the matter aside.
Everyone was too busy. Busy preparing for Long Xiang’s coronation.
They tried every possible way to support and flatter her, but in the end, it was all for themselves.
The eternal night had only just begun. At first, no one found it odd. But as time passed and the sun never rose, they would soon realize something was very wrong.
The Celestial Ladder stood tall in the Hall of Souls, reaching the heavens. Yet from outside, no one could see it, and it couldn’t illuminate the eternal darkness. Long Xiang didn’t believe no one had noticed this inconsistency; they simply didn’t dare speak up, afraid to shatter their most cherished illusions.
For centuries, the Celestial Ladder had been their only hope. Now that it had finally been repaired, no one dared blaspheme against it.
Long Xiang sat on the bed in the small house, holding Beiting Xue’s soul lamp in her arms. She wasn’t even sure what she was waiting for.
Was it for a miracle?
Yes, a miracle.
Oddly enough, the thought of a miracle calmed her anxious and fearful heart.
Yes, there would definitely be a miracle. If she could be reborn, then Beiting Xue could come back too.
He hadn’t planned to sacrifice himself, but in the end, he had been forced to disappear. Something had definitely gone wrong.
The original story said that after seven days of eternal night, light would return, and the world would be at peace. She was waiting for the miracle that would come after those seven days.
She didn’t believe Beiting Xue was truly dead.
Not even for a second.
Wiping the tears from her damp face, Long Xiang climbed down from the bed, reminding herself that she needed to take action.
For her own rebirth, Beiting Xue had faced tribulation and ascended. What about her?
If she ascended, would she be able to help him as well?
What secrets did the Celestial Ladder truly hold?
Other cultivators who touched it had their skin break out in rashes, their spiritual energy leaking out uncontrollably. Yet when she touched it, nothing had happened to her. Why was that?
With these questions lingering in her mind, Long Xiang returned to the Hall of Souls, determined to study it closely.
As soon as she arrived, she realized the place was far from quiet.
Without Beiting Xue to protect it, Northern Court was like a kingdom without its shield. Every demon and monster seemed to have wandered in to have a look.
Gathered before the Celestial Ladder were Hua Lanye and the Monster Lord, who had lost his son and his mistress, the Monster Queen.
Long Xiang’s sudden return surprised them both. They had not expected her to come back so soon.
“You’ve returned already? I thought with the Northern Court King dead, you’d be heartbroken and would need time to grieve,” Hua Lanye said with a strange smile.
The Monster Lord, who had served Bai Qingyin loyally for years, now stood beside Hua Lanye without any signs of tension. Who could say there wasn’t some kind of alliance between them? After all, it wouldn’t have been so easy to lure the demon forces into the demon realm without cooperation from the inside.
It was obvious that Beiting Xue’s actions had played a role, but Hua Lanye and the Monster Lord must have been working behind the scenes as well.
Long Xiang stared at Hua Lanye, speaking slowly. “You’re heartless and despicable, frequenting the brothels with a body more battered than my bank account. You have no understanding of the bond between me and A’Xue. What right do you have to judge his life or death, or to guess at my emotions?”
Hua Lanye’s smug composure crumbled instantly.
Even though he didn’t know exactly what a “bank account” was, he understood the insult perfectly.
His throat bobbed as he exchanged glances with the Monster Lord, both of them suddenly eager to leave. They had clearly underestimated Long Xiang, whose aura felt far more formidable than they had anticipated.
But before they could make a move, they found themselves trapped by a golden barrier, unable to take a single step.
Long Xiang’s voice remained calm. “Did I say you could leave?”