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.

this empty and quiet palace, was enough to drive anyone who stepped into it

them human figures instead

of the two figures was tall

wore a long black robe and held a wooden staff almost

flowing on the ground and

there was no wind in the hall, the

was blown up by the wind, it could be seen through the gap that the lanky

was a seven or eight-year old

to her waist,

the dark atmosphere of the palace were obviously incompatible with each other, but at this moment, it made people feel nervous as if their throats were

little girl was kneeling on the ground with her face facing the

could flow backward for many years, those black objects,

the same as

the entire palace, only this coffin, a tall and thin human figure, and

they had been in this state or how

a rush of footsteps suddenly

urgent, and

stopped

was a walking

clay sculpture was brighter and more vivid from

was also because of this brighter life and color that the clay sculpture

kneeling on one

made of mud, so

to the palace and to the two human figures in front

the clay sculpture said was a kind of

was urgent and

could not understand

saying, the little girl who was playing the things in the bowl

veil covering her face

thin figure slowly

whole body, the human figure still could not be seen clearly, but it could be seen that the hand holding the wooden

had lost its moisture and was tightly

nails in his hands were also dark purple in color, which

were as

this moment, they moved slightly, giving people a feeling of

clay sculpture soon finished

in front of the palace as if it was waiting for