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.

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

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

the two figures was tall and

black robe and held

the ground and almost

there was no wind in the hall, the man’s robe swayed

be seen through the gap

figure was a seven or eight-year old

hair hung down to her waist, and she was

dark atmosphere of the palace were obviously incompatible with each other, but at this moment, it

was kneeling on the ground with her face facing the

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

the same as

thin human

in this state or how long they would

this moment, a rush of footsteps suddenly came

and

stopped outside the

a walking clay

sculpture, the color of the clay sculpture was brighter and more vivid from eyebrows

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

on one

of mud, so it

its voice was clearly transmitted to the palace and to

said was a kind of

was urgent

people could not understand

little girl who was playing the things in the bowl stopped

white veil covering

tall and thin figure slowly

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

lost its moisture and

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

were as sharp as

giving people a feeling of cutting

soon finished its

in front of the palace as if it was waiting