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.

empty and quiet palace, was enough

the coffin, there were two other human figures in the palace. Calling them human figures instead of human

two figures was tall and the

black robe and held a wooden staff almost as tall as

robe was flowing on the ground and almost integrated with the

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

by the wind, it could be

was a seven or eight-year old

hung down to her waist,

palace were obviously incompatible with each other, but at

the ground with her face facing the

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

now, they were almost the same as a lump of

a tall and thin human figure, and this little girl

been in this state or how long

moment, a rush of footsteps suddenly came from the steps outside

urgent, and it was getting

soon stopped outside the

a walking

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

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

kneeling on one knee

of mud, so

and to the two

said was a kind of obscure

urgent and

people could not understand

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

white veil covering her

tall and thin figure slowly

still could not be seen clearly, but it could be seen that the hand holding the wooden staff was extremely horrible purple

its moisture and was

nails in his hands were also dark

as sharp as

this moment, they moved slightly, giving

clay sculpture soon finished

of the palace as if it was waiting for an