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!

were still specks of golden light flashing, as if they were talking about their strength when they were alive and their unwillingness to die

bones 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 towards Bone Mountain that

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

Promoted again… Looks like… There’s someone else… Unlucky…

a human, but soon retracted its gaze

way, roars and howls could be heard from all directions. However, as the human-shaped skeleton approached, the sounds along the way inexplicably disappeared. After an

slowly walked over from above. The black-robed man’s figure was

the temperature around him was very low. The moisture in the air turned into snowflakes, and even the space

irregular scenes seemed to have been chased away. In an instant, the

a somewhat withered and rotten face that didn’t belong to

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

extremely

said after thinking

really come back. However, today, the human skeleton

many years ago, the black-robed zombie would 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 come

Take my… Things…” The human

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

you to

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

was an expression on his face, the human skeleton should be impatient at

more. He quickly raised

snow rune was carved on his palm. The moment he lifted it, a large

kilometers, 5,000 kilometers,