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

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

two figures was tall and the

robe and held a wooden staff almost as tall as

ground and almost

the hall, the man’s robe

by the wind, it could be seen through the gap that the lanky human figure

a seven or eight-year old little

hair hung down to her waist, and she was

the dark atmosphere of the palace were obviously incompatible with each other, but

on the

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

now, they were almost the same as a lump of solidified

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

long they had been in this state or

a rush of footsteps suddenly came from

and urgent, and it was getting

soon stopped outside

was a walking

the color of the clay sculpture

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

on one

mouth was made of mud, so

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

said was

urgent and

people could not understand

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

veil covering her face moved

thin

the black robe 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

moisture and was tightly

his hands were also dark purple in color, which

were as sharp

they moved slightly, giving people a feeling of

sculpture soon

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