The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

The Bjorneaven’s Edge Sect’s Sea Bjorneavenly Pavilion was an existence infinitely close to the sect’s heritage.

For a cultivator, it was like his own spirit. Therefore, the defense here was far beyond the imagination of ordinary cultivators. Even the powerful Grand Pure Emperor could not break in without permission.

As soon as Rebbeca stepped into the Sea Bjorneavenly Pavilion, he immediately felt the previous pressure disappear. It was replaced by a simple and ancient aura. It was like an ancient dragon, entrenched here, making people look up to it.

After calming down, Rebbeca entered the Sea Bjorneavenly Pavilion and immediately saw countless magic weapons, spirit materials, magical powers, cultivation methods, and so on. They were wrapped in clusters of light and suspended in various positions. Entering it was like being wrapped in a galaxy.

It seemed that the surroundings were dark and deep, but with starlight around, it instantly calmed people down. When breathing, it seemed that there was a mysterious rhythm between heaven and earth.

The stars gathered in Rebbeca’s eyes, reflecting the side of his face and the wisdom in his eyes. Although he already had an idea, he was not in a hurry to get what he needed.

The opportunity to enter the Sea Bjorneavenly Pavilion was exceptionally rare. Furthermore, the Sect Master did not give him any time limit. Therefore, it was worthwhile for him to stroll around and take a look around. Even if he wanted to broaden his horizons, it was worth it.

Taking a step forward and browsing through along the way, Rebbeca couldn’t help but sigh in his heart that the Bjorneaven’s Edge Sect deserved to be the first sect in the Upper Kingdom.

Without thousands of years of foundation and heritage, how could the sect have so many Bjorneaven and Earth Spirit treasures?

Phoenix Feather, the most gorgeous feather on the phoenix’s tail, contains fire and Indestructible True Soul. After cultivators enlightenment, it can even produce a second Divine Soul.

The second Divine Soul was normally asleep, but it had all the memories of the first soul. Once the first soul is destroyed, the second soul will wake up, which means that the cultivator has a second life…

This is the trunk of the green coffin parasol tree. After the tree trunk has been ground and polished, only its core is left. After the tree trunk is polished, the core may not be more than two feet. But these two feet were sharp enough to cut light and space…

it refining magic weapons or being magic weapons,

only the size of a fingernail, once used, it can immediately turn into yellow sand all over the sky and devour a

with the surrounding Spiritual Treasures of Bjorneaven and Earth. Bjorne had only seen most of the treasures in manuals, but he had never seen

was much more profound than reading ancient books. Moreover, these treasures had experienced a long time. Some of them were even placed here when the Bjorneaven’s Edge Sect was established. As time went by, the treasure carried

Rebbeca’s Divine Awareness spread out, and the spiritual mind touched it. This was a completely different feeling when he

Pavilion. With the improvement of his comprehension, his body was surrounded by

were stored. Ever since he swallowed the mysterious copper pillar in the Tower of Life, he had determined

to constantly refine the Dao body and strengthen the Divine Soul. No matter how strong the

had no end. When the Taoist body and Divine Soul surpassed the

Souls. On the one hand, they did not have a thorough understanding of this. On the other hand,

cultivating body was a bottomless pit. Therefore, on the path of immortality, most of the cultivators chose to

powers. However, with the Tower of Life left by his mother and many adventures, Rebbeca had successfully embarked on the path of dual cultivation of the magic weapons

was promoted to Real Immortal Realm, his Taoist body would be refined and strengthened again. At that time, any magical powers or magic weapons

was precisely because he had determined the path of majoring in the body and Divine Soul that Rebbeca had come to the Sea Bjorneavenly Pavilion. What he wanted to take was the Bjorneaven Treasure and Earth Treasure that ordinary cultivators

light clusters around him, Rebbeca thought for a

grass over. This grass was only as long as an adult’s palm and had three leaves. However, it not only had clear meridians, but also

held it in his palm, a faint fragrance immediately wafted into Rebbeca’s nose. Instantly, His mouth and tongue were full of excitement, and his footsteps

Three-immortal Grass!

thought really rose in Rebbeca’s mind. Suddenly, he used his Divine

him, a female cultivator in a long purple dress

her cheeks seemed to have been cut by a