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

desperately searching for a temporary hiding place. However, they soon realized

sound of

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 of the

and caught sight of powdered remains scattered on the ground. It became clear that the absence of bones was not due to their absence but

bones and ashes, there were a series of

lips twitched in

size would one day find himself trapped within the

taken lightly…” Pablo muttered to himself, his

position with her eyes closed, completely immersed in a state of

observed her, recognizing

poverty, their

she was, only five years old, experiencing

What triggered her enlightenment?

respond, she would simply say,

a

with ease, playing along the pathways. She traced them around the tendons, through the limbs, and then washed over her skin and hair. Finally, all the

was

to eating a hearty meal. She felt as though she had finished a substantial amount, even though only a small portion of spirit energy had

small portion, who are

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