Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily)

Chapter 1052 Secret Behind the Ice Pond As Blake continued his journey forward, he could not help but glance back.

The ground of Gray Earth appeared dimly and the farthest edge was covered by the shadows of the leaves from the towering tree, concealing many things.

However, Blake's eyes caught a glimpse of the kitten hiding behind the leaves.

He smiled, raised his hand, and waved at it. The kitten arrogantly turned its head, stole a quick glance, and then vanished with a swift motion.

It should be gone now.

The cat left, feeling embarrassed for being caught peeking at the bag...

After watching the cat leave, Blake walked along the edge of the ice pond for a while. After contemplating for a moment, he decided to get down from the ice pond and experience it...

True to his expectations, it was the same ice pond water that Lilly had brought back.

In the past, Blake would have been overjoyed to come across the ice pond.

But now, he felt immune to it.

Blake stood up and made his way toward the cliff that Lilly had mentioned.

This cliff was known as Spirit Cliff, and ascending it would lead to an open area.

In other words, this hidden ice pond could be found here.

Recalling the information Lilly had shared earlier, Blake suddenly halted in his tracks.

No, this ice pond, concealed between the underworld and the gray world of soil, defied the rules of the underworld, yet both the Gray Earth's King and the Emperor Prosper of the underworld turned a blind eye to it...

Whose pond was this, and who was it built for? Blake pondered for a moment, retraced the route described by Lilly, turned around, and proceeded toward the cliff.

A paradise awaited there.

This so-called paradise meant that an idyllic haven had been created within this area. The trees and rules in the underworld and the dusty world were all gloomy, but here, a sense of brightness could be felt.

Although devoid of actual sunlight, there was a unique warmth present in this world.

The surroundings were filled with flowering trees, tall and majestic, their branches laden with blossoms. Blake was unsure of the exact species of these flowering trees.

Whenever a gentle breeze passed by, petals danced through the air, creating a dreamy and beautiful scene.

From this perspective, it seemed like a paradise crafted for girls. Even the interior of the cave followed a feminine theme in its design.

Unexplainably, Blake felt a sense of familiarity with the arrangement before him...

Suddenly, something struck him, prompting him to retreat to the edge of the ice pond and walk back and forth along its perimeter.

Blake fixed his gaze on a particular spot in the ice pond.

The first time Lilly brought back the ice pond water, she was with Ivan.

Blake recalled a small detail that Lilly had mentioned— She and Ivan were immersed in the ice pond water, and she playfully pretended to scoop half of the water, causing it to recede to her ankles. Ivan was taken aback and peered at the diminishing water level.

Right after Lilly mentioned collecting a significant amount of ice pond water, an uneasy feeling gnawed at Blake as if he were\ taking someone else's belongings. However, Ivan restrained her.

Lilly said, "This ice pond belongs to somebody," and Ivan responded, "I'm sure he wouldn't mind"...

So, that kid Ivan knew who the ice pond belonged to! If Ivan knew, it meant that there must be something beneath the ice pond.

Now that the water level had risen again, Blake wanted to uncover the secrets beneath the ice pond. So, he had to dive down.

Blake plunged into the ice pond.

He analyzed the approximate location where Ivan had been standing. Then, he submerged himself, carefully feeling his way through the depths.

He would come to the surface every minute or two to catch his breath. Finally, when he took his third breath and dove again, he caught a faint glimpse of a massive rock at the bottom of the ice pond. It seemed to bear an inscription.

Blake swam over swiftly, and as he saw the word clearly, he was suddenly struck with shock! The water in the ice pond was crystal clear, and the light refracting on its surface created a play of light and shadow. The word on the boulder appeared to float within the glistening illumination—a word he was familiar with. It was Neil.

Written in an official script font, it possessed the aura of ancient times. Although consisting of just a few strokes, it exuded vigor and grandeur.

But that was not all; the key was that this word felt incredibly familiar. Blake's perceptiveness allowed him to recognize it at first glance—the handwriting of this word was almost identical to his current handwriting...

Blake's heart pounded with shock. Overwhelmed by the sudden revelation, he accidentally choked on the water, quickly propelling himself forward and using the stone slab beneath his feet to resurface! His black hair clung wetly to his forehead, but he failed to brush it aside in his bewildered state.

Blake's face reflected astonishment and disbelief. Although the matching handwriting did not necessarily imply he had written it, two fragmented sentences inexplicably echoed in his mind.

A pearl within the underworld...

For his dearest daughter.

Blake found himself momentarily dazed and unable to process the situation.