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.

quiet palace, was enough to drive anyone who

human figures instead

figures was tall

long black robe and held a wooden staff

ground

in the hall, the man’s robe swayed

long robe was blown up by the wind, it could be seen

was a seven or eight-year old little

long, moist hair hung down to her waist, and she

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

kneeling on the ground with her

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

were almost the same as a

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

unknown how long they had been in this state or how long they would

suddenly came from

fast and urgent, and it

soon stopped outside

was a walking clay

to this clay sculpture, the color of the clay sculpture was brighter and more vivid

also because of this brighter life and color that

was kneeling on one knee outside

mud, so it naturally could not

palace and to the two human figures in front

sculpture said was a

was urgent

people could not understand

clay sculpture was saying, the little girl who

covering her

and thin figure slowly turned

covered his whole 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

lost its moisture

in his hands were also dark purple in color,

were as sharp as

slightly, giving

soon finished its

kneeling in front of the palace as