Anyone Dares Bully you, Call Uncles! novel Chapter 1261

For the next few days, Lilly's spirit continued to travel southward and visited all the villages along the way.

She found that every home had its unique generational tradition.

Some families baked special pies for Christmas using homegrown berries and fruits. Some created lavish meals using produce from their farm.

For some other families, Christmas was a solemn affair. They would visit churches or pray at home, sometimes offering remembrances to their loved ones who were no longer with them.

Life seemed to slow down around Christmas when people returned to their roots. Traditions that seemed to have vanished would return to civilization.

The closer to Christmas, the more she felt "something" that she had never felt before.

There was bad aura in the underworld. While there was no spirit aura in the human realm, the generational heritage of the civilization could be considered a type of aura.

The underworld had its roots in the supernatural, and the King of Hell was part of it. As Lilly observed those traditions, she could feel an ancient power flowing through her.

"I didn't expect this power to return to me…"

Lilly hovered in mid-air and cupped her hands around a firework. The light shone through her transparent hands and illuminated her face.

Suddenly, she saw a ray of golden light in the distance. She narrowed her gaze.

"That's it."

She immediately flew in that direction.

The light came from a small monastery in the mountains.

The monastery comprised two small buildings made of bricks and shale. It was not as pretty or modern as the buildings in the villages.

The yard was kept clean, and behind it was a forest. Being in the mountains, the temperature around the area was colder than that of the villages.

Through the window, Lilly saw a monk in a thick robe sitting in front of a desk copying a scripture. There was a tranquil strength to his strokes.

Lilly felt true peace in her heart.

"Welcome, my young friend. Would you like to take a seat?"

The monk put his quill down and gazed gently at Lilly. He looked to be at least seventy years old.

Lilly was surprised. "You can see me?"

The old monk smiled. "If it's fated to be."