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.

level of strength… it’s like

temporary hiding place. However, they soon realized that

no longer the distinct sound of bones

to a halt. The absence of bones seemed unlikely in Ghost Abyss, where countless bones had sunk over millions of years. Everywhere one went, the bones

Pablo peered through the dense barrier of fog and caught sight of powdered remains scattered on the ground. It became clear that the absence of bones was not

and ashes, there were a series of footprints, back and forth several times…

twitched in

size would one day find

never be taken lightly…” Pablo muttered to himself, his gaze shifting to Lilly

position with her eyes closed, completely immersed in a

recognizing the signs

spend their entire lives in poverty, their hair turning gray, yet they never

here she was, only five

What triggered her enlightenment?

respond, she

specific cause for her enlightenment; it was a natural and effortless

with ease, playing along the pathways. She traced them around the tendons,

Lilly, it was

and despite not physically consuming anything, she experienced a remarkable sense of satisfaction akin to eating a hearty meal. She felt as though she

small portion,

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