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

in the palace. Calling them human figures instead of human was because no one

figures was

taller one wore a long black robe and held a wooden staff almost as

flowing on the ground and almost integrated with the black

was no wind in the hall, the man’s

was blown up by the wind, it could be seen

seven or eight-year old

to her waist, and she was wearing a pink

bright color and the dark atmosphere of the palace were obviously incompatible with each other, but at this moment, it made people feel nervous as if their throats were pressed by

on the ground with her face facing the

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

they were almost the same as

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

long they had been in this state or how long they

footsteps suddenly came from the steps

urgent, and it was getting

soon stopped outside the

was a

of the clay sculpture was brighter and more vivid from

because of this brighter life and color that the clay sculpture looked even more sinister and

on one knee

made of mud,

voice was clearly transmitted to the palace and

said was a kind

urgent and

could not

was saying, the little girl who was playing the things in the bowl

covering her face moved

and thin figure

clearly, but it could be seen that the

had lost its moisture and

were also dark purple in

were as

moved slightly, giving people a feeling of cutting the

soon finished

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