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.

when everyone else was happily studying a certain cultivation technique or martial

to the limited time, everyone could

had a strong memory, they could only remember three skills

Caspian thought it thoroughly.

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

not study

could still analyze it slowly when he

of him,’ Jessica looked at the others around her and then at herself, and she could not help

time, Jessica suddenly felt

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

“I’m recording.

you a

warmth and satisfaction in her heart

thought about

her lips

***

quickly passed by in the Passage to Immortality, and it was seven days

three days left until the Pantheon

and the rustling of the waves could be heard around

perched on the island suddenly woke up as if it heard something, and

its feet left the nest, a palm stretched out from the darkness and grabbed

into a thick blood mass that

Charles, was in the shadow of the moonlight, and his eyes flashed with

twenty-three evil cultivators, including Ozul and Liliana, stood

the Thousand Beasts Lawn, and further down is the altar of Eight Desolate God-Terminator

moved slightly, but everyone could hear every single

“Let’s go!”

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

the night, and even the moonlight that shone on it brought

recovered from the study

the best among the disciples of the various sects, and it was not

or even