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 art, Caspian

limited time, everyone could only learn

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

Caspian thought it thoroughly.

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

study but

still analyze it slowly when

the others around her and then at herself, and she could not

suddenly felt the

was sure no

“I’m recording.

send you

warmth and satisfaction in her

thought

Jessica pursed her

***

the Passage to Immortality, and it was seven days since the

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

the rustling of the waves could be heard

perched on the island suddenly woke up as if it heard something, and it flapped its wings, trying

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

into a thick blood mass that

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

Ozul and Liliana, stood quietly, like tombstones

Immortality, it’s the Thousand Beasts Lawn, and further

everyone could hear every single word he

“Let’s go!”

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

spread out immediately and melted into the night, and even the

Immortality, everyone gradually recovered from the study state, and

of the various

they silently memorized two, or even three, cultivation techniques and martial