The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

“His sleeves…” Jessica turned to look at Caspian, puzzled.

Then, she found that Caspian was completely unbothered by these murals, and he would stop for a while in front of the paintings before moving to the next one.

However, Caspian did not appear to have found one that satisfied him.

Others would think that Caspian’s requirements were a little too high.

However, since these cultivation methods and martial arts were recorded by Grandmaster Cecil of Heavenly Spirit Realm, he must have approved them.

If the Heavenly Spirit Realm cultivator believed that the cultivation methods and martial arts were acceptable, yet Caspian was not captivated, then everyone would feel that Caspian was pretentious.

Most people would naturally feel that way, but Jessica deliberately looked at Caspian’s wide sleeves after being reminded by Handsome.

Not long after, she noticed a clue.

Jessica saw that every time Caspian stopped in front of the mural, a slight glimmer of light was in his sleeves.

It was just that the light was not too bright, and Caspian’s movements were hidden from view, so no one noticed it at all.

“What’s he doing?” Jessica asked Handsome quietly, confused.

“Probably recording.

He’s suffered losses in this area before, so now he’s thinking of taking it all away, so as not to forget it in the future,” Handsome muttered, “This guy tends to scrap the ground and leave nothing behind… He’s surely a natural cultivator.

If he can take away two resources, he will never take just one.

Everyone else is only choosing one or the other, but he wants everything that catches his eyes.”

Jessica could not catch what Handsome muttered at the end of his sentence.

However, when she heard the first half of Handsome’s reply, Jessica’s eyes immediately lit up, and she gasped.

Finally, she understood what went on.

“Memory Inscription…” Jessica mumbled.

technique or martial art, Caspian used Memory Inscription

to the limited time,

had a strong memory, they could only remember three skills and

Caspian thought it thoroughly.

and the strength of the long-standing cultivation, and it was simply impractical to rely on the cultivation techniques and martial arts recorded in the Passage to

not study but

still analyze it slowly when

looked at the others around her and then at herself, and she

suddenly felt the

around, and when she was sure no one looked at her, Jessica

“I’m recording.

you

warmth and satisfaction in her heart with

always thought about

her

***

the Passage to Immortality,

were only three days left until the Pantheon closed, and also the entire nation’s official

and the rustling of the waves

if

nest, a palm stretched out from

a thick blood mass that

that blood-stained palm, Charles, was in the shadow of the moonlight, and his eyes

Ozul and Liliana, stood quietly,

Immortality, it’s the Thousand Beasts Lawn, and further down is the altar of Eight Desolate

could hear every

“Let’s go!”

thunderous roar, Charles strode up the mountain, and the other twenty- three people

melted into the night, and even the moonlight that

the Passage of Immortality, everyone gradually recovered from the

disciples of the various sects, and it was not difficult to

even three, cultivation techniques