The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

The black fog churned and surged, but it was unusually quiet, giving people an extremely mysterious feeling.

If it weren’t for the golden light, even cultivators of Heavenly Spirit Realm wouldn’t be able to see anything.

In the center of the black whirlpool, an underground was brightly lit at this moment.

Bright lamps lit up a huge space as bright as day.

Countless clay sculptures were densely packed but neatly arranged.

They were standing or kneeling, vivid and lifelike, making one’s scalp tingle at the sight of them.

These clay sculptures were facing a long staircase at the front.

The stairs were very wide, and each floor could accommodate at least forty or fifty people walking side by side.

The stairs were also very tall, with a total of 9999 floors.

It was as if they had been lifted up into the sky and transformed into a heavenly ladder.

At the top of the place stood a huge group of palaces.

The palaces were resplendent, carved, and painted like palaces where immortals lived.

They were luxurious and mysterious everywhere. Even the palaces of the noblest emperors in the mortal world were probably less than one in ten thousand here.

However, the palace complex was empty.

This kind of emptiness was enough to make people who saw this feel their hearts palpitate and their chests feel as if they were about to be torn apart.

The interior of the palaces was also full of gorgeous and noble aura.

But now, it was filled with an uneasy silence.

In the center of the palace was a huge coffin.

The coffin was nearly 30 meters long and 50 to 60 meters wide.

It was pitch-black and had a human shape similar to a relief sculpture on its surface.

This human shape was tall and sturdy, as if he had been cast as a whole.

But, the human figure was extremely twisted, especially the mouth on his face, which could not be done by an ordinary person, as if he was shouting and roaring desperately before he died.

with this empty and quiet palace, was enough

other human figures in the palace. Calling them human figures instead of human was because no one could be sure whether these two fellows could be called human beings or

was

wore a long black robe and

on the ground

in the hall, the man’s

wind, it could be seen through the gap

a seven or eight-year

waist, and she was wearing

were obviously incompatible with each other, but at this moment,

was kneeling on the ground with her face facing

next to her. If time could flow backward for many years, those black objects, which had long withered, would become the original grapes

were almost the same as a lump of

palace, only this coffin, a tall and thin human figure, and this little

they had been in this state or how long

this moment, a rush of footsteps suddenly came from the steps outside the

was fast and urgent, and

stopped

was a walking clay

clay sculpture was brighter

this brighter life and color that

sculpture was kneeling on one

of mud, so it

clearly transmitted to the palace and to the two human figures in

sculpture said was a

was urgent

could

just as the clay sculpture was saying, the little girl who was playing the things in

covering

and thin figure slowly

it could be seen that the hand holding the wooden staff

moisture

in his hands were also dark

as

slightly, giving people a feeling

soon

the palace as if it was