Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Chapter 850 The Spiritual Spring Water

Squatting on the sinking ribs, Lilly drew closer to the waterfall.

Soon, she had a clear view of the source of the waterfall. It stemmed from a fissure in the abyss, a wide gap that was only about 5 feet in height–slightly shorter than a door frame.

However, there was a problem. The ribs were still about a meter away from the cliff of the abyss, and the cowardly ghost and the others had already entered the jar of souls, so they could not fly her across.

“How can I leap over?” Lilly pondered as the sinking ribs drew nearer. If she missed the opportunity, she would have no choice but to descend further with the sinking ribs to the bottom of the abyss.

Moreover, the dense fog pervading the abyss was taking its toll. Spending too much time there made Lilly feel drowsy, her eyelids heavy and difficult to keep open.

Her body felt burdened, her limbs weighed down, and even summoning the Palace of the Ruler of Hell felt beyond her current capabilities.

I can’t go on like this!

Determined, Lilly clenched her teeth, summoned the Palace of the Ruler of Hell, and controlled it to hoyer in the abyss. With a leap, she propelled herself towards it.

The palace’s path swayed unsteadily, bridging the gap between the sinking ribs and the cliff. It was a precarious and unstable journey.

Controlling the Palace of the Ruler of Hell proved to be immensely challenging. Just as it seemed on the verge of falling, Lilly managed to jump into the fissure in the abyss’s cliff.

A resounding crash echoed as she hit the cliff, prompting Lilly to swiftly retrieve the Palace of the Ruler of Hell and store it back in her bracelet.

“That was close!” Lilly leaned against the stone wall, attempting to calm her racing heart.

Now standing on a raised stone in the middle of the gap, surrounded by the sound of rushing water, Lilly sensed spirit energy present.

While cultivators in the immortal realm focused on cultivating spiritual energy, here in the underworld, the cultivation revolved around harnessing bad energy.

her pores open wide. Unlike her master, she did not need to sit cross–legged to practice. Her body seemed to

abundant that it even permeated the jar of

Lilly peered into the gap, unable to see its bottom. She considered walking along the gap, but the water rushed too

stood on a rock, and descending would mean the water reaching up to her waist. With the rapid current, it would be

water had an unexpected milky–white

“Lilly!”

that moment, Michael’s urgent voice

focused her attention and

ghost’s voice quivered with excitement, “Hurry, scoop some water and take a

filled it with water, and

jar of souls, all the ghosts gathered around the pot of water, their

clutched a book, his face brimming with excitement. The spring water is milky white, warm, and moist. It’s not just water, but more like delicate threads, exuding a subtle

instantly,

a junior ghost general, but in that instant,

times more powerful than the

harem spirit rejoiced, exclaiming, “Where is this spring? It’s

that pleasant water,

his lips and exclaiming, “Drink up and you’ll ascend to

two sips, the unfortunate ghost’s misfortune

was about to approach for a drink but was inexplicably struck

commented, “Instant nutrition…

can we have

find Ivan, found herself taken aback as the ghosts in the jar of souls began indulging in

How unreliable!

a drink

the stone, facing the turbulent flow,

Delicious!