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 stepped

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

the two figures was tall and

wore a long black robe and held a wooden

robe was flowing on the ground and almost integrated with the black

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

up by the wind, it could be seen through

figure was a seven or eight-year

down to her waist, and she was wearing a pink palace

with each other, but at this moment, it made people feel nervous as if their throats were pressed

on the ground with her face facing the

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

same

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

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

of footsteps suddenly came

and it was

soon stopped outside the

was a walking clay

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

color that the clay sculpture looked even more

clay sculpture was kneeling on one knee outside

of mud,

was clearly transmitted to the palace and to the two human figures in front of the

was a kind of obscure

urgent

people could not

the little girl who was playing the things in the bowl stopped what she

veil covering her face

and thin figure

it could be seen that the hand holding the wooden staff was

had lost its moisture and was

in his hands were also dark purple in

as sharp as

moved slightly, giving people

sculpture soon

still kneeling in front of the palace as if it