Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

The turbulent spiritual energy rampaged through Blake’s body, flowing swiftly like a speeding car, leaving only

traces of light and shadow as it continuously coursed through his twelve meridians.

Blake deeply sensed and gradually noticed some patterns—

The rushing sensation within my meridians should be the bad aura that Lilly mentioned.

Unexpectedly, he had not been able to perceive the spirit energy from the bad aura before, but now the spirit

energy surged within his body.

It felt a bit strange. Previously, he relied solely on intuition to locate areas with ghosts and places rich in spirit

energy.

Now, he could truly feel the bad aura flowing like water, slightly chilly but lacking the coldness associated with bad

energy.

Lilly had mentioned that she could “see” the spiritual energy within her body, as well as the purple sphere in her

stomach…

Blake tried hard for a while, but he could not “see” as Lilly had described.

However, he could feel the spirit energy. While he could not see it, he could at least roughly envision a diagram of

the human body’s meridians in his mind. The direction of the meridians on the map aligned exactly with the

direction of the spirit energy coursing through his body.

“So that’s how it is…” Blake felt a sense of enlightenment, entering into a more mysterious and profound realm.

But gradually, he began to feel a slight strain in his tendons.

After the spiritual energy circulated through two cycles, his meridians seemed unable to withstand the heavy traffic,

and signs of cracks began to appear on the road.

“The pills aren’t enough!” Blake quickly realized.

Unfortunately, Lilly was unaware of this. When she saw that her father’s swelling had subsided, she ran off without

knowing that he needed more medicine. She was still searching for other medicine in the room.

Lilly was still plagued by lingering fear, worried that her father might swell up again later. So, for now, she ignored

the mirror and continued her search within the room.

Blake was in a pitiable state.

The spiritual energy spun faster, yet Blake realized that he did not possess the elixir field like Lilly did in her

stomach.

He concluded that it was akin to the cultivation s he had read, where those who could cultivate possessed

“spiritual roots.” Only those with spiritual roots could absorb spiritual energy and convert it into strength.

Lilly was able to direct the circulating spirit energy to her elixir field, making her grow stronger and stronger.

But he could not do so!

There was an abundance of spiritual energy that, after circulating twice within his body, transformed into some

physical power. However, his physical body was insufficient to convert all the spiritual energy into strength, given

the vast amount of energy involved.

In other words, he still needed to find something to store the spiritual energy.

If only he could release all this spiritual energy, but it seemed impossible once it entered his body.

How could he challenge the King of Cities in this state?

Lilly had mentioned slapping the King of Cities when she traveled to the Underworld, using up all the spiritual

energy within her body.

However, he could not even open his eyes, let alone fight the King of Cities.

What should he do…

With nothing to store the spiritual energy, his meridians would truly become useless. Despite their uselessness, his

face continued to grow hotter, and his chest experienced a similar sensation.

It felt as though something was being created out of nothing.

Wait, creating something out of nothing?

Since he did not possess an elixir field to store the spiritual energy, could he make something out of thin air?

Upon this realization, Blake exerted all his effort, straining against the overwhelming energy, and directed the

intense heat from his face and chest toward his abdomen.

He did not care if he died. At worst, he would become a ghost and continue to guard Lilly’s side.

But he could not be a “useless Daddy” in that state.

Blake let out a resounding roar.

Without any guidance, he instinctively grasped and manipulated the energy, much like a tiger in its element… He

forcefully redirected all the medicinal power from the shape-shifting pill and the breast enhancement pill to his

abdomen.

Despite consuming these two elixirs, their potency was remarkably strong.

Once he located the focal point, their effects took immediate action.

The intended site for the elixir field transformed into a bustling construction zone as if multiple excavators were

frantically building shelters, forcibly creating a space to store the spiritual energy!

Blake avoided becoming a “useless daddy.” The only sensation he felt was that his eight-pack abs swelled and

became significantly firmer, making him feel like he could not bend over…

He let out a sigh of relief.

However, as soon as all the spiritual energy settled in his abdomen, Blake’s mind was suddenly struck by a piercing

pain, as if someone forcefully tore open a hole!

Even someone as strong as Blake could not help but roar.

Pablo, who had been flipping through the book, was startled.

The harem spirit, who had been giggling and fooling around, froze and asked, “What’s happening?”

Blake’s pained expression led everyone to believe that he was about to undergo a transformation.

The cowardly ghost took a few cautious steps forward, but upon closer inspection, he found nothing out of the

ordinary.

The ghosts exchanged perplexed glances.

Why is Mr. Blake twitching?

At this moment, Blake entered a new realm.

The pain that surpassed the limits of his physical body left his mind in a state of blankness. The excruciating agony

was concentrated deep within his consciousness.

It was as if a movie played before his eyes, with scenes rapidly flashing.

He witnessed himself seated on the emperor’s throne in Ghost Town, overlooking the Underworld, where all beings

appeared insignificant and minuscule. Blake experienced an indescribable emptiness and a sense of loss.

He saw himself being struck by a staff by Jean… The scene depicted two figures locked in an embrace, causing

Blake’s heart to pound as he averted his gaze, letting out a groan.

Then, he witnessed the birth of his daughter, overwhelmed with joy as he cradled the soft little bundle with

immense tenderness.

The scenes continued to rush by until they came to a halt when his daughter shattered the shackles of the

Underworld, her determined face defying the rules of the Three Realms and Six Paths before perishing!

“Lilly!”

Blake roared, abruptly opening his eyes!