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.

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

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

figures was tall and the other was

and held

the ground and almost integrated

no wind in the hall,

wind, it could be

short figure was a seven or eight-year

hung down to her waist, and she was

but at this moment, it

on the ground with her face facing the

her. If time could flow backward for many years, those black objects, which had long withered, would

almost the same as a lump of

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

in this state or how long they

of footsteps suddenly came from the steps

was fast and urgent, and it

soon stopped outside

was a walking

color of the clay

also because of this brighter life and color that the

kneeling on

mouth was made of mud, so it naturally could

its voice was clearly transmitted to the palace and to the two human figures in

clay sculpture said was a

was urgent and

people could

who was playing the

covering

tall and thin figure slowly turned

body, the human figure still could not be seen clearly, but it could be seen that the hand holding the wooden staff was extremely horrible purple and black,

had lost its moisture and

also dark purple in color, which was

were as sharp as

they moved slightly, giving people a feeling of cutting

soon

front of the