After Transmigrating, I Died of Depression Without My Phone - Chapter 96.2

A familiar voice spoke, as if calling her, or perhaps just muttering to itself.

“It’s snowing.”

That voice said only these two sentences, then fell silent.

She was awakened by someone calling her name. She opened her eyes slowly, staring at the ceiling as she sat up.

“Still sleeping? It’s time for breakfast.”

Her brother stood at the edge of the bed, toothbrush in his mouth, staring at her.

Long Xiang sat up and shoved him aside, irritated. “You’re getting spit on me. Move!”

He laughed. “Now that’s more like you. You were making a face earlier that scared me half to death.”

When Long Xiang went to the bathroom, she glanced in the mirror and saw what kind of expression she had been wearing.

It was the look of someone who had given up on everything.

Frowning, she covered the mirror with her hand and grumbled, “So annoying.”

In another dimension, someone was indeed nearing death.

Whenever the snow fell heavily, it signaled that Beiting Xue’s body was deteriorating.

Since his ascension to godhood, Beiting Xue hadn’t seen snow in a long time.

But today, inside the Divine Pillar, snow began to fall.

It snowed fiercely, freezing the palace and the sea of clouds, burying his body beneath it all.

Blood trickled from his eyes and the corners of his mouth as he lay in the snow. The cold sharpened his awareness.

He heard himself calling a name, but no matter how long he waited, that person never appeared.

This was his own choice. He had been the one to send her away, and he had no regrets.

It was just a pity that he wouldn’t get the chance to see the joy on her face after she returned home.

If only he could make one more prophecy. Then, at least through that vision, he could see her face again.

With that thought, Beiting Xue struggled to rise once more from the blizzard.

The blazing sun above, as if held in a giant hand, cast its scorching rays, melting the snow and seeming to burn away Beiting Xue as well.

A strange laugh echoed in the air, lightly drifting to every corner of the Divine Pillar. Even in his weakened state, Beiting Xue—clad in white with his long black hair—still maintained his dignity, unyielding and untouchable.

“At least let me see her one last time,” he muttered.

And so, he resolved to make one more effort, gathering just enough power for one final prophecy.

Beiting Xue raised his head, his pupils turning red. He shed his dragon scales, using them as weapons to attack every hidden corner.

The scales fell like rain. Wherever the coward was hiding, there would be no escape.

“Hiding like a rat. Let’s see how long you can keep this up.”

Meanwhile, in the modern world, Long Xiang had just redone her nails and had her hair dyed black by Tony. She arrived at the temple just as it was about to close.

Since it was a weekday and late in the afternoon, there were very few visitors left. Long Xiang wandered through the temple alone, not really knowing where she wanted to go—she just enjoyed the sense of peace the place brought her.

She found a spot where the setting sun streamed through, and seeing that no one was around, she sat down cross-legged and began to meditate.

She wasn’t sure how long she had been sitting there when she suddenly felt a gaze upon her. Instinctively, she opened her eyes and found a monk standing nearby, dressed in robes, looking at her with a complicated expression.

Their eyes met, and Long Xiang felt a bit embarrassed. Awkwardly, she raised a hand in greeting. “Hi there, are you about to close? I’ll leave right away.”

She stood up hurriedly. Although she had been meditating for quite some time, her legs felt perfectly fine, and her movements were steady. The spiritual energy circulating through her body hadn’t completely dissipated yet.

But with the monk staring at her like that, she figured it was best to leave and come back tomorrow.

As she passed the monk, he spoke unexpectedly.

“The way you were meditating was very professional,” he said.

Long Xiang paused and turned to look at him.

“More professional than me,” the monk added with a smile, scratching his head. “I’ve been watching for a while now. Just observing you meditate made me feel more energized.”

Long Xiang glanced at the spiritual energy that had drifted to him. No wonder he felt better—he had absorbed half of the energy she had painstakingly gathered.

Not knowing how to explain it, Long Xiang simply smiled politely.

“It’s getting late. See you,” she said, turning to leave.

But the monk spoke again. “Are you coming back tomorrow?”

Before Long Xiang could answer, he continued, “You will come back. If there are too many people outside and it’s not convenient for you to meditate, why not come to the private meditation room? We can meditate together.”

Was there really such a good deal?

Long Xiang had been looking for a quieter spot in the temple. It was like having a pillow handed to her just when she needed it.

But she asked, “If I accept your invitation, do I still need to pay for a ticket?”

She pointed to the entrance. “This place is hard to get into. Weekday tickets are the easiest to book, though.”

The monk smiled, blinking mischievously. “I’ll bring you in.”

Understood.

Long Xiang bid farewell to the monk, heading home in surprisingly good spirits.

Even though half of her spiritual energy had been siphoned off, she still had the other half.

This time, she didn’t need to take a car or bike home. Her walking speed had improved dramatically, and the cold air didn’t bother her at all.

That evening, Long Xiang ate two extra bowls of rice. After washing up, she went to bed early, not even scrolling through her phone.

Early to bed, early to rise, and an early start on training.

As for why she needed to train—well, there didn’t need to be a specific reason.

Strengthening the body was reason enough. Having the power to protect herself and her family—what could be better?

If… well, never mind the “ifs” for now.

Long Xiang fell asleep shortly after lying down. Even though spiritual training kept her mind sharp, her body still felt a bit worn out.

She thought she’d sleep soundly, but unexpectedly, she dreamed again.

This time, the dream was different. Last time, there had only been a voice, no images. This time, there was a scene.

Amid the swirling mist, she saw a person—someone dressed lightly, lying on a sheer bed of silk.

Through the haze, her eyes traced the man’s beautiful muscle contours, his long legs, and his lean, powerful waist—all familiar shapes.

Even in her dream, Long Xiang knew she was dreaming. The sight was so mesmerizing that she felt a bit dizzy.

What in the world was happening?

Why was she having a spring dream???