Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Chapter 852 Pablo’s Return

Inside the cave, Lilly realized that there was no danger present, only good things to be found. The

uneasiness she felt outside the waterfall had completely vanished from her mind.

After breaking the stalactites and thoroughly searching the cave, they still could not find Ivan.

“Let’s return for now!” the cowardly ghost suggested, surveying the surroundings. “I think the spring

must be on the top of the cave.”

He pointed towards the ceiling, where numerous stalactites were dripping water. “The spring must

come from up there.”

Lilly contemplated, “Should we break it open?”

The coward shook his head. “No, we don’t have enough strength yet. If we were to break it, the cave

could collapse… Where would we hide? If we become trapped here…”

Being trapped here would lead to the same fate as Ivan.

“Besides, we don’t know if there are other dangers associated with the spiritual spring once it’s

released.”

In short, until they possessed sufficient strength, it was best not to break the cave open.

“Okay!” Lilly sighed and pouted.

They would have to return for now and hope that the spring remains untouched until their next visit.

The cowardly ghost lovingly pinched Lilly’s nose. “Little money-lover!”

At this point, the jar of souls was already filled with an abundant amount of spiritual spring water,

surpassing the water in the cold pool.

The value of the water from the ice pond became insignificant.

Lilly took Polly and slowly made their way out of the cave.

Polly, with his head and shoulders tucked in, muttered, “We’re finally out, it’s so cold.”

As a tropical bird, Polly was susceptible to the cold. Despite his unique qualities, he had not undergone

any special training or enhancements, rendering him sensitive to the cold within the cave, which was

why he remained quiet.

“The next elevator hasn’t arrived yet,” the coward calculated. “We’ve been here for forty minutes, and it

will take another ten minutes for the next one to arrive.”

Lilly cautiously peered out.

Strangely enough, the feeling of weakness and inability to open her eyes that she experienced when

she first arrived seemed to have disappeared. It seemed that drinking the spiritual spring water had

revitalized her.

Her body felt as strong as it did in the mortal world.

If that were the case, could it be possible for her to use the Palace of the Ruler of Hell as an elevator

instead of waiting?

Lilly immediately decided to give it a try and took out the Palace of the Ruler of Hell.

It worked!

Lilly’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she couldn’t contain her joy. “Michael, Miss Harem! I feel

stronger!”

The Palace of the Ruler of Hell had grown larger, just the right size for Lilly to enter, and it was no

longer unstable.

“Amazing!” the coward praised. “It means our Lilly has leveled up once again!”

Drinking a few sips of spiritual spring water had unexpectedly brought about such a noticeable change.

“Can you control the palace and move around?” the coward suggested. “Or try to see how far you can

go… Within this range, try to find Ivan.”

They should do their best without endangering their own lives.

It was not that they didn’t care about Ivan, but they cared even more about Lilly’s safety.

Lilly nodded and took control of the Palace of the Ruler of Hell, starting to descend slightly.

However, after sinking only 1.6 feet, she felt overwhelming fatigue.

“I don’t think so, it’s too dangerous here!”

It seemed as though the Palace of the Ruler of Hell was being dragged down, and the tearing force

became evident once again.

“Then go up to the height of the waterfall just now and look for Ivan within this height range.

With everyone’s agreement, Lilly took control of the Palace of the Ruler of Hell and maneuvered

through the abyss.

The wind howled.

Outside the Palace, ghosts wailed and bellowed, their presence seeping into Ghost Abyss.

Lilly and the others circled around the cliff. The pit was immense, and it took them an hour to complete

just half a circle.

“Lilly, there are no mountains or paths leading upward, so it’s not possible for Ivan to go in that

direction.”

“Let’s go back and search the other side.”

The abyss was vast, so they could only explore the surroundings with their point of descent as the

center.

Lilly nodded, feeling a growing strain as the sense of powerlessness washed over her once again.

Just in time, the coward handed her a jade bottle. Lilly drank from it eagerly and quickly regained her

strength.

In this manner, repeating the cycle, she consumed no less than five bottles of spiritual spring water,

searching every nook and cranny of the abyss within the designated range, but Ivan was nowhere to be

found.

“He really fell…” the harem spirit sighed. “Alban’s kick must have been quite powerful. We saw that all

the debris and bones were scattered far from the edge of the cliff.”

If Ivan fell on the “elevator,” there was little chance he could have landed on the cliff.

However, Lilly could not descend into the abyss at that moment.

“Let’s go up and take a rest, and think of other ways,” the cowardly ghost suggested.

Unbeknownst to Lilly and the others, high up on the mountain, the King of Cities had arrived.

From such a distance, he observed the fluctuating movements of the Palace of the Ruler of Hell in the

abyss.

“How dare they venture into the Ghost Abyss with such limited strength. They’re simply asking for

death

The King of Cities glanced at the multitude of ghosts in front of him. They were laboriously carrying

enormous boulders, hunched over with their heads bowed, almost prostrating themselves as they

struggled to transport the massive rocks up the mountain.

As the King of Cities observed the ants-like ghosts laboring to transport boulders up the mountain, he

sneered at the possibility of accidents occurring due to the strong winds.

With a flick of his sleeves, a fierce gust of wind surged, causing several ghosts to scream and be

carried away along with the boulders.

Lilly was breathless and struggling to control the Palace of the Ruler of Hell as she approached the

edge of the abyss. She desperately needed rest.

Although she had consumed a significant amount of spiritual spring water to replenish her strength, she

felt that the water was becoming less effective, unsure if she had developed immunity to it.

Suddenly, the cowardly ghost’s eyes widened, and he cried out in panic, “Lilly!”

Before Lilly could fully process what was happening, a boulder crashed into her and the Palace of the

Ruler of Hell, sending them hurtling out of control.

Lilly’s heart raced as she tumbled into the abyss.

“Michael!”

She screamed in desperation.

Without hesitation, the cowardly ghost and the other spirits leaped into the abyss after her.

As they plummeted, Lilly’s body began to numb, rendering her unable to move. The razor- sharp wind

sliced across her petite face, leaving trails of blood that quickly covered her features.

Through her blurred vision, Lilly saw Michael and the others on the verge of being swallowed and torn

apart by the eerie mist of the abyss.

“Michael…”

“Lilly clenched her teeth, exerted all her strength, and managed to capture all the ghosts, sealing them

within the jar of souls.

Unfortunately, luck was not on Lilly’s side. She plummeted rapidly, feeling her limbs being pulled in

different directions, as if on the verge of being torn apart.

Without the Palace of the Ruler of Hell to protect her, and the pen of judgment, which Lilly tried her best

to summon, but her efforts proved futile.

Pablo’s Return

What should I do…

Am I just going to die here… No way!

Blood coated Lilly’s face, obscuring her vision. She blinked vigorously, struggling to see her

surroundings clearly.

Suddenly, amidst her dazed state, a brilliant light erupted before her eyes.

Within the radiance, Pablo showed up. He donned a white robe, his once snow-white hair now

transformed into black strands, and his eyes emanated a sharp and cold gaze.

“Lilly!”

Pablo reached out his hand, grasping Lilly, and hugged her tight.

Lilly stood dumbfounded, uttering in disbelief, “Master?”

The surrounding winds grew fierce, causing Pablo’s robe and hair to billow wildly. His once pristine

white robe now bore numerous cracks and tears.

“Master, I can’t get up!” Lilly expressed, her head protected within Pablo’s embrace.

“Don’t be afraid… Stay calm, we’re going down!” Pablo reassured her.

In the depths of the abyss, a white figure tightly held onto a smaller figure as they plummeted

relentlessly…