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.

was enough to drive anyone who stepped into

other human figures in the palace. Calling them human figures instead

was tall and

long black robe and held a wooden staff almost as tall

robe was flowing on the ground and

the hall, the man’s robe

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

figure was a seven or eight-year old little

her waist, and she was wearing a

bright color and 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 pressed by a

girl was kneeling on the ground with her

fiddling with the black object in a small bowl next to her. If time could flow backward for many years, those black objects, which

same as

tall and thin human figure, and this little girl could

was unknown how long they had been in this

this moment, a rush of footsteps suddenly

voice was fast and urgent, and it was getting closer

stopped outside

was a walking

the clay sculpture was

because of this brighter life and color

kneeling on

was made of mud, so it naturally

the palace and to the two

the clay sculpture said was

urgent

people could

clay sculpture was saying, the little girl who was playing the things in the bowl stopped

covering her face moved

tall and thin figure slowly

could be seen that the hand holding the wooden staff was extremely horrible purple and black, and it was like

had lost its moisture and

his hands were also

were as sharp

giving people

clay sculpture soon finished

was still kneeling in front of the palace