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.

of strength… it’s like looking for

arms, Pablo soared through the abyss, desperately searching for a temporary hiding place. However, they soon realized that the bottom of the abyss

longer the distinct sound of bones crunching beneath Pablo’s

in Ghost Abyss, where countless bones had sunk

of powdered remains scattered on the ground. It became clear that the absence of bones was not due to their absence but rather because they had been

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

twitched

of his size would one day find himself trapped within the

be taken lightly…” Pablo muttered to himself, his gaze shifting to Lilly

that position with her eyes closed, completely immersed

observed her, recognizing the

taken aback. Some individuals spend their entire lives in poverty, their hair turning gray,

only five years old, experiencing a profound

What triggered her enlightenment?

Lilly could respond, she would simply

was no specific cause for her enlightenment; it was a natural and effortless realization,

the pathways. She traced them around the tendons, through the limbs, and then washed over her skin and

it was a wondrous

of satisfaction akin to eating a hearty meal. She

a small portion, who are you

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