Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

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Chapter 856 Running in Circles

Polly stared at the grim opening of the abyss above and the dark bottomless hole below. Going up meant certain death, and going down was equally perilous.

What could he do?

All it could do was remain here, singing its sorrowful song, “Tears Behind Bars’, occasionally venturing into the abyss to drink from the spiritual springs to sustain itself.

Polly was going back and forth. Unknowingly, it absorbed the aura and transformed it into spiritual energy.

The melancholic melody of “Tears behind bars” grew louder and more impassioned with each rendition.

At the edge of the abyss, high above the pit’s opening, the King of Cities stood, listening intently to the faint singing emanating from below, “Iron windows, iron doors, iron chains…”

He remembered that Lilly had a parrot, one of the soul collectors that served the Ruler of Hell, responsible for capturing the souls of birds and beasts in the sky. It seemed that this bird was the one singing.

However, he had no intention of descending into the abyss for a mere bird. Going down the abyss was no easy feat, even for him, as he was one of the Rulers of Hell. He dared not venture down lightly.

Even if one could survive down there, the inability to return to the surface was a terrifying prospect. Who would willingly subject themselves to eternal confinement?

Trapped for countless millennia, hunted and corrupted by the malevolence lurking beneath the abyss until becoming a part of that very anomaly.

A cruel smile spread across the King of Cities’ face.

There’s no escape for Lilly and that damned Pablo.

current level of strength… it’s like looking

hiding place. However, they soon realized that the bottom of the

longer the distinct sound of bones crunching beneath Pablo’s

in Ghost Abyss, where countless bones had sunk over

of fog and caught sight of powdered remains scattered on the ground. It became clear that the

there were a series of footprints, back and

lips twitched in

never imagined that a ghost of his size would one day find himself trapped

Pablo muttered

completely immersed in a state

recognizing the

aback. Some individuals spend their entire lives in poverty, their hair turning gray, yet they never come close

she was, only five years

What triggered her enlightenment?

could respond, she would simply say,

her enlightenment; it was a natural

Lilly traversed her meridians with ease, playing along the pathways. She traced them around the tendons, through the limbs, and then

was a wondrous

a remarkable sense of satisfaction akin to eating a hearty meal. She felt as though she had finished a substantial amount, even though only a small portion

a small portion, who

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