The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

There were few ordinary individuals who could become Nirvana stage cultivators. However, these things were not worth mentioning in front of the Chaos Primordial Stones.

Caspian couldn’t help but be amazed by the endless mysteries of the Primordial Chaos Stone. At the same time, in the world full of white fog.

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A looming tall figure was climbing a high mountain step by step. From the distance, it looked like a human, but it was a bit too tall.

Ordinary humans, even cultivators, rarely had such heights.

Taking a closer look, it could be found that the figure in the clouds was not bare-handed, but was practicing a very huge sickle. The sickle was as black as ink. From time to time, there would be ripples, turning into painful human faces. But soon, they broke like bubbles and returned to silence.

Such repeated actions gave people a gloomy and horrible feeling.

As a gust of cold wind blew, the clouds around the tall figure dispersed a little, revealing a white face.

There was a flame leaping in the depths of his empty eyes. It was like a candle in the wind that was extinguished with a single blow.

It was only when one truly approached it that one would realize that this little flame actually contained countless vitality. Even if the world collapsed, the Great Tao was obliterated, and the five elements were reversed, it might not be able to weaken at all!

It was a human skeleton, holding a strange sickle and climbing up the mountain.

Hu!

All of a sudden, a gust of cold wind blew and the fog surrounding the mountain was blown away, revealing its true form. The whole mountain was gray and white, and everything was made of bones.

Some of them were obviously the skeletons of the Human Clan cultivators, while others were the remains of the Demon Clan, the sea race, and even the Divine Devils!

light flashing, as if they were

piled up. No one knew how many years they had existed, nor did they know how many humans, demons, sea races, and Fiendgods had died. However, the human skeleton held the sickle in its hands, stepping on countless white bones, heading

Its feet stood still, and its gaze turned towards an area of nothingness. If it could cross countless spaces in

like… There’s someone else…

a human, but soon retracted

howls could be heard from all directions. However, as the human-shaped skeleton approached, the sounds

moment later, a figure wrapped in a black robe slowly walked over

air turned into snowflakes, and even the space was

chased away. In an instant, the human skeleton and

somewhat withered and rotten face that didn’t belong to

the pores all over his body were spurting out extremely horrible cold air. Even a Nirvana stage cultivator would likely be frozen into

was extremely

after thinking for a while. His tone was a

thought of many possibilities, but he did not think that the other party would really come back. However, today, the human skeleton did return. This

have thought it was interesting and he would even add fuel to the fire. But now, he only felt that it was not good. It was better that the other party didn’t

The human skeleton’s words were still

the next moment, a sentence, like thunder, suddenly shattered all the bones around, “Get

you to leave now.” The black-robed zombie frowned,

to deal with. It was not good that he came back, but it was also bad to fight with

won’t… Leave so easily…” If there was an expression on his face, the human skeleton should be

this, the black-robed zombie did not say anything more. He quickly raised his palm under the

large

kilometers,