After Transmigrating, I Died of Depression Without My Phone - Chapter 97.2

How curious. Could someone like Beiting Xue actually have nightmares?

The Golden Crow couldn’t resist moving a little closer, eager to see what Beiting Xue looked like in the throes of a nightmare.

As it drew nearer, the Golden Crow could see Beiting Xue’s forehead drenched in sweat, his breathing disordered and rapid. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed again and again, as if trying to stifle the hurried gasps and indistinct groans slipping from his throat.

The Golden Crow hopped back, puzzled. Was he that frightened by the dream?

Probably. Otherwise, how could he suddenly arch his back, rolling around on the cloud in visible agony? Even with his eyes closed, tears flowed freely, and his hands were clenched tightly into fists, as though gripping something desperately. Clearly, something was very wrong.

It was genuinely bad. The Golden Crow almost thought Beiting Xue was about to die. His breathing grew more frantic, and his thrashing intensified, as if someone were choking him. His spine stiffened, his long legs and toes stretched taut, and his clenched fists relaxed. In one swift movement, he grabbed hold of the clouds and his robes beneath him, tearing them to shreds.

Was it really that painful??

The Golden Crow was baffled. How excruciating must it be for someone to react like this?

Sweat drenched his long hair, and his labored breathing was even more intense than when he had been battling the Heavenly Dao.

The Golden Crow truly thought Beiting Xue might die in this “nightmare.”

Thankfully, everything suddenly stopped. At the peak of his agony, the clouds spread out, obscuring Beiting Xue’s body. The Golden Crow could only catch a glimpse of him relaxing all at once, his muscles loosening as he abruptly opened his eyes.

Even after waking, his breath remained erratic and heavy, every gasp so intense that it seemed as though his lungs and heart might burst from his chest.

The Golden Crow swiftly hid, retreating into the clouds while curiously peeking out with half its head exposed.

The dim light bathed Beiting Xue’s body as he shakily raised a hand, staring at his palm, which was scratched open by his own nails. Blood trickled down, a reminder that he had just experienced a vivid, unbelievable dream of passionate love.

He stood barefoot, the ground around him completely different from how it had been when Long Xiang left. Everywhere were signs of battle and destruction—the aftermath of Beiting Xue’s struggle with the Heavenly Dao.

He didn’t know how long he had been unconscious, but he knew that when he fell, he had achieved a small victory. However, he also felt like he was about to die.

If he really did die like this, even if the Heavenly Dao retreated in defeat and hid once more, he would still be the loser.

But there was nothing he could do. He truly couldn’t hold on any longer. The pain was too much, and he had already given everything he had, but it still seemed insufficient.

When he closed his eyes, the endless longing and resentment engulfed him. He didn’t know whether he had turned into a demon or remained the so-called god. All he knew was that he would never get the chance to see Long Xiang again.

Clinging to life until now, only for this outcome—it wasn’t a surprise.

His whole life had been filled with disappointment, so what was left that he couldn’t accept?

He just never expected that, at the moment he thought he would die, he would find himself in the midst of such an intense, passionate dream.

That had to be Long Xiang.

It was truly her.

Beiting Xue believed this without a doubt.

If it weren’t, there was no way a mere dream could give him the strength to stand up again.

He walked barefoot across the clouds, the deathly aura between his brows dissipating, frightening the Golden Crow into hiding completely.

Beiting Xue suddenly laughed out loud. He hadn’t even figured out what to do next. Still lost in the lingering heat of the dream, his mind was filled with the memory of Long Xiang’s desperate embrace, her kisses, her absolute possession of him.

Every inch of him was now marked by her. He felt as though every part of his body was precious, untouchable. If he got hurt, her marks would disappear.

As for why they had met in a dream, he hadn’t yet figured that out.

But it didn’t matter. It was a good thing. He was absolutely certain that it had been the real Long Xiang. If they could meet like this, then surely, one day, they would meet for real.

This time, however, he had truly thought it was just a dream. He had only spoken one sentence before he stopped, but when he finally wanted to say more, the opportunity had already passed.

Long Xiang hadn’t even given him a chance to speak, constantly stealing his breath and dominating his lips, nearly suffocating him several times.

She missed him so much.

He could feel it completely.

Beiting Xue suddenly felt alive again.

His depleted spiritual veins surged with energy once more, and even his spirit was incomparable to what it had been before.

Xiangsi sword materialized in his hand, and an overwhelming burst of spiritual energy radiated outward. Not only was the Divine Pillar affected, but even the world outside began to change slightly.

In the human realm, which had been shrouded in darkness for ten days, a sliver of light finally appeared.

“Is the sun rising?”

Back at the Lihuo Immortal Sect, Lin Ziru had returned to her sect, but she was alone.

Yue Fuling had disappeared, and no one knew where she had gone. The child she had raised for so many years was beyond her control now—too dangerous to kill, but impossible to keep. If she stayed, how could she explain things to that innocent child who had suffered possession?

If she killed Yue Fuling, how would she explain all the emotions she had invested over the years?

Yue Fuling didn’t know anything. Back then, she had only been an unformed soul, and it was the Changqin clan that committed the sins.

In the end, Changqin Yin still got what he wanted. The bloodline of the Changqin clan continued, while her child would never return.

Lin Ziru and Yue Fuling could never be mother and daughter again, but they were unlikely to become enemies either. All she could hope for was that they would never meet again.

Looking back at the person speaking, Lin Ziru hesitated for a long time but ultimately decided not to tell Yun Weiyu the truth.

She thought that after Yue Fuling had been gone for so long, he would at least ask about her once or twice, but up until now, he hadn’t.

Since he didn’t ask, she didn’t bring it up. The two of them shared a quiet understanding as they both gazed out at the dark night. Cautiously, Lin Ziru remarked, “There’s definitely something wrong with the Celestial Ladder’s Divine Pillar. Although the demons have scattered, and the earth has regained its light, the sky hasn’t brightened in ten days. Something must be happening inside the Divine Pillar.”

Yun Weiyu furrowed his brows slightly, wanting to say a name but feeling it would be inappropriate and disrespectful.

Long Xiang probably wouldn’t like it if he mentioned her name, so he wisely refrained.

“However, judging by the sky, whatever is happening inside the Divine Pillar, the outcome should benefit the human world.”

Lin Ziru responded quietly, “That truly is light…”

Though faint and fleeting, the pitch-black sky had indeed turned a dull gray.

Back in the modern world, Long Xiang had already woken up and was now taking a shower.

Her older brother came to call her for breakfast, knocking on the door for a long time without getting a response. He was worried that something might have happened to her, so he called their mom to unlock the door and check on her, only to discover that she was in the bathroom.

“Baby?” Her mother knocked on the bathroom door. “Are you okay? Why are you taking a bath so early in the morning?”

It took Long Xiang a while before she answered in a muffled voice from inside, “I’m fine… I’ll be out soon.”

For some reason, her words sounded weak.

And indeed, they were weak.

Anyone would feel a bit embarrassed waking up from a wild dream, only to find their clothes, blankets, and even their hair in complete disarray, their body damp and messy.

A bath was a must. A cold bath, at that, to wake herself up properly.

Look at yourself, Long Xiang. You finally dream of Beiting Xue, and this is what you do? There’s no saving you!