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.

a certain cultivation technique or martial art, Caspian used Memory Inscription to record the contents

the limited time, everyone could only

someone had a strong memory, they could

Caspian thought it thoroughly.

the long-standing cultivation, and it was simply impractical to rely

study but

still analyze it

around her and then at

suddenly felt

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

“I’m recording.

you

in her heart

always thought about

pursed her lips and

***

Immortality,

words, there were only three days left until the Pantheon closed, and

hung high, and the rustling of the waves could be

suddenly woke up as if it

before its feet left the nest, a palm stretched out

an instant, it exploded into a thick blood mass that

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

cultivators, including Ozul and Liliana, stood quietly, like tombstones standing in

Passage to Immortality, it’s the Thousand Beasts Lawn, and

lips moved slightly, but everyone could hear every single word he

“Let’s go!”

Charles strode up the mountain,

chilling aura spread out immediately and melted into the night, and even the moonlight that shone on it brought a harshness like

the Passage of Immortality, everyone gradually recovered from the study state,

here were the best among the disciples of the various sects, and it was not difficult to comprehend the helpful cultivation techniques and martial skills with their

two, or even three, cultivation