Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Layers of clouds enveloped Ivan’s form, cloaking him one stratum at a time.

The ambient miasma lingered, akin to a malevolent specter brimming with hostility, lunging at him.

Ivan was unaware of the trail of blood he left behind as he ventured and couldn’t recall how many times the barbed talons had slashed his body.

Resolutely, he fixed his gaze on the sacred mountain ahead.

Though the sacred mountain was seemingly invisible, Ivan had an epiphany. It was not the mountain that was imperceptible, but rather, he was within the sacred mountain!

The obscuring blood haze vanished from his sight, and suddenly, apparitions surged forth one by one. A woman who met a tragic death, an infant that was charred, a man with a bloodstained visage twisted in horror…

Ivan’s fingers twitched slightly, and the long spear at his back unsheathed like a keen blade, resonating with a clang that dispelled all illusions before him.

Undaunted and undeterred, he refused to relinquish his vigilance. As anticipated, in less than half a heartbeat, a more potent malevolence than that of the Ghost Abyss swept over him, intent on devouring him!

Having been to the Ghost Abyss before, Ivan remained calm. He raised his hand to assail, his eyes void of hesitance or sentiment, bearing an indifference uncharacteristic of a typical teenager.

Time passed as Ivan slew the apparitions, sensing that the fixation of spirits at the mountain’s base was a hundredfold more terrifying and potent than the apparitions within the abyss.

Had he not clung to his clarity, he might have succumbed to bloodlust, as he had in the Ghost Abyss, even if he resisted.

Ivan’s gaze burned bright and unwavering as he scrutinized the depths of the mountain, methodically searching for an escape.

Abruptly, a radiant streak caught his attention. A semblance of a unique path had become apparent. The light possessed an unusual quality, born from the remnants of hostility shed after each successive layer of adversaries fell.

An imperceptible route emerged in a space untouched by malevolence’s taint. A passage forged unwittingly amidst the expulsion of each stratum of hostility.

“It’s here!”

hushed. The long spear cleaved the air, parting it swiftly as he lunged

“Boom!”

sinister and hostile atmosphere trailing him converged with a resounding tumult, resembling

he had successfully exited the perilous zone, finding himself inexplicably on the mountainside of the sacred

a colossal shadow engulf the sky, and the mountain stood like

only then noticing

some evil force had gnawed and torn through his flesh and blood, leaving nothing

had not

true predators often

have experience now. If Lilly ever wishes

mused on how to

Mount Cape ensured that if Lilly wanted to traverse that path, she

the ring dangling

red thread, was somewhat smaller and more delicately made than Lilly’s

was what Ivan had brought to this venture. It

within the ring capable of accommodating objects thousands of

seeing the ring, Ivan felt it was suited for Lilly and intended to gift

piece of fabric from within the ring, tearing it into slender strips. He then applied medicinal powder to the exposed flesh and bones, procured branches,

he gulped down an elixir, propped himself against a

was the weakest point in the gloomy mist, with the smog around a mile away being tenfold denser than that

were correct. This area

distinctive feature, intent on leading Lilly here on a

ranged from superficial abrasions to minor flesh