Spoiled by Eight Uncles Summary pdf

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!”

long spear cleaved the air, parting it swiftly as he

“Boom!”

him converged with a resounding tumult, resembling the clap

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

shadow engulf the sky, and the mountain stood like a forgotten deity, serenely commanding

help but pant heavily, only then noticing

and it appeared as though some evil force had gnawed and torn through

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experience now. If Lilly ever

on how to protect

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rotated the ring dangling from

ring, which was hanging from a red thread, was somewhat smaller and more delicately made than Lilly’s

to this venture. It was a storage

was a concealed folded space within the

first seeing the ring, Ivan felt it was suited for

of fabric from within the ring, tearing it into slender strips. He then applied medicinal powder to the exposed

tended to his wound, he gulped down an elixir, propped himself against

in the gloomy mist, with the smog around a

entering the mountains were correct. This area

marked a distinctive feature, intent on leading Lilly here on a future

his remaining injuries. Those on his face, shoulders, and back ranged from superficial abrasions to minor flesh wounds, yet under the influence of the elixir, the skin and flesh regenerated rapidly. At this