Here, in this Fourth Realm, she had bought a new phone to use. As for her old one—the one with a screen full of lightning-shaped cracks, looking like it was about to fall apart from being dropped so many times—it held a special meaning for her. It was a memento now, and she couldn't bear to use it.
It was the catalyst that had changed her life, allowing someone so ordinary to experience such extraordinary times. She had been forced into it at first, but later she realized that period was the greatest fortune of her entire life!
It had inexplicably seized and stored the Magic Artifacts and powers of the Black and White Impermanence. It had once been considered an incomparably powerful Divine Artifact, even serving as a soul-reaping emissary.
It held Bei Mingyuan's number. After losing him, she had deleted everything else from the phone, and that number became the only thing she had to cling to.
There could never be another phone like it in this world.
