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

the palace. Calling them human figures instead of

two figures was

robe and held a

ground and almost integrated

wind in the hall, the man’s robe

robe was blown up by the wind, it could be seen through the gap that the lanky human figure had no

short figure was a seven or eight-year old little

hair hung down to her waist, and she

were obviously incompatible with each other, but at this moment, it made people

on the ground

her. If time could flow backward for many years, those black objects,

now, they were almost the same as

coffin, a tall and thin

had been in this state or how long they would

footsteps suddenly came from the steps outside the

and urgent, and it

stopped

was a walking

this clay sculpture, the color of the clay

life and color that the clay sculpture looked

kneeling on one knee outside the

was made of mud, so it naturally could

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

was

was urgent

people could not understand

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

white veil covering her face

and thin

not be seen clearly, but it could be seen that the hand holding the wooden staff was

its moisture and was tightly

also dark purple

as

moved slightly, giving people a feeling

clay sculpture soon

was still kneeling in front of the palace as if it was