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.

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

time, everyone could

they could only

Caspian thought it thoroughly.

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

did not study but recorded

he could still analyze

around her and then at herself, and she could not help but

time, Jessica suddenly felt the telepathic jade

Jessica glanced around, and when she was sure no one looked

“I’m recording.

you

satisfaction in her

always thought

pursed her lips

***

the Passage to Immortality, and it was seven days

there were only three days left until the Pantheon

moon hung high, and the rustling of the waves could

up as if it heard something, and it flapped its wings, trying to

a palm stretched out from the darkness and grabbed the

an instant, it exploded into a thick blood mass that spurted

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

twenty-three evil cultivators, including Ozul and Liliana, stood quietly, like tombstones standing in the

it’s the Thousand Beasts Lawn, and

moved slightly, but everyone could hear every single word he

“Let’s go!”

up the mountain, and

immediately and melted into the night, and even the moonlight that shone on

gradually recovered from the study state, and they

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

two, or even three, cultivation techniques and martial