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.

or martial art, Caspian used Memory Inscription to record the contents of all

the limited time, everyone could only

someone had a strong memory, they could

Caspian thought it thoroughly.

and it was simply impractical to rely on the cultivation techniques and martial

study but recorded them

still analyze it slowly when

looked at the others around her and

that time, Jessica suddenly felt the telepathic

sure no one

“I’m recording.

you a

in her heart with

always thought about

Jessica pursed her

***

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

until the Pantheon closed, and also the entire nation’s official religion election was

the rustling of the waves could be

bird perched on the island suddenly woke up as if it heard

a palm stretched out from the darkness and grabbed the

instant, it exploded into a thick blood mass

owner of that blood-stained palm, Charles, was in the shadow

him, twenty-three evil cultivators, including Ozul and Liliana, stood quietly, like tombstones

Passage to Immortality, it’s the Thousand Beasts Lawn, and further down is the altar of

moved slightly, but everyone could hear

“Let’s go!”

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

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

everyone gradually recovered from the study state, and

the various sects, and it was not

memorized two, or even three, cultivation