The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

Of course, this sentence was for the one behind the Gates of Hell.

When Caspian was refining He Silver City, the one behind the Gates of Hell was also doing the same thing.

However, he was much more powerful than Caspian.

Apart from the fact that Caspian had stopped at the first stage of the Real Immortal Realm, he had also used the cultivator, who didn’t say his name even at the end of his life, to absorb the Phoenix Essence Blood in Su Chen's body.

Even if Caspian restrained his aura, he could still kill his opponents.

It was like a mountain. No matter how hard he tried to hide himself, it was still a mountain.

A random stone could smash an egg into mud.

The strength of Caspian had increased by dozens of times or even a hundred times.

So he wanted to know what kind of change had happened to the one behind the Gates of Hell. “Not bad..."

After a long time, a voice came from the one behind the Gates of Hell.

However, when that person spoke normally, he was always a little stuttering, so the result was that Caspian could not judge his mood from his tone.

It was difficult to judge the situation.

Caspian was about to ask more details when the man took the initiative to speak.

"I... want to... sleep for a while..."

"Sleep for a while?" Caspian said doubtfully.

According to his previous experience, every time after the one behind the Gates of Hell said that he wanted to sleep for a while, which not only meant that he had no way to help Caspian in the next period of time, but also said that when he woke up again, he would become stronger than before. But for some reason, Caspian had a very strange feeling when he heard that at this time.

It was as if the other party said that he wanted to sleep for a while, not the truth, but an excuse. After some thought, Caspian asked, "How long will it take?"

"I... don't... know..."

But... it shouldn't be... a long time..."

That was enough.

Caspian nodded. "Okay, I'll wait for you to wake up."

"Ah... wake up... Do you... still want to... see... me..."

"Huh? What do you mean?” This time, Caspian finally confirmed that his previous feeling was right. "Are you leaving?"

"That's... of course... you... are useless to me..."

"Do you mean that you won't be in my sea of consciousness when you wake up this time?"

"Yes..."

Hearing this answer, Caspian could not help feeling lost.

They had been enemies from the beginning, but now they were friends and teachers.

In fact, Caspian was used to the fact that the Gates of Hell was standing tall in his own sea of consciousness.

He was also used to this mysterious expert who had never shown up and was stuttering.

And most of the time, this was the hidden trump card of Caspian, the biggest reliance.

Caspian still did not know how strong the other party was.

After all, every time the other party needed to attack, the enemy would be crushed to death in an instant.

However, since he was used to the existence of the other party, the other party suddenly told him that he was going to leave. In some ways, it was a little hard for Caspian to describe his emotions. The one behind the Gates of Hell had also fallen asleep.

When he was in Three Sages Mountain, Caspian once thought that the other party had disappeared. However, those were not the one behind the Gates of Hell who took the initiative.

This time, since the other party took the initiative to say it, he really wanted to leave.

And without any warning.

However, Caspian was always free and easy.

After a moment of silence, he nodded and said, "You have your own plan. I can accept this reason, but it's a little too much to say that I'm useless.”

God knew how much stronger Caspian was now.

However, it was hard to accept that he was useless now.

"Haha..."

There was another silence.

But this time, the one behind the Gates of Hell spoke first.

"I... recovered... part of my strength...

So... I can teach you... a little..."

As soon as the other party finished speaking, Caspian felt the light above his head dimmed.

When he looked up, he saw a huge hand burning with black flames. It seemed to have dyed the sky and the sun black as it grabbed him.

But there was no shattering of the void, nor was there even a hurricane.

Just as the big hand was about to land on the top of Caspian's head, it suddenly turned into a straight light and went into the space between Caspian's eyebrows.

Suddenly, Caspian's right hand was burning with black flames.

Although it was a flame, it brought with it a cold aura.

"I taught you..."

"Alright." Caspian stared at his arm for a moment before extinguishing the flames and nodding. What the other party taught him was a magical power.

It was the magical power the other party had just used to refine He Sliver City.

After Caspian finished speaking, there was no response from the one behind the Gates of Hell. After waiting for a while, Caspian looked at the Gates of Hell in his Divine Awareness.

The door was still there.

The mottled blood on it was still flowing quietly.

The green flames were also burning.

Compared to the past, the surface of the Gates of Hell was covered with silver stripes, giving off a mysterious and strange aura.

Everything seemed to be the same as the past.

However, Caspian could clearly feel that the person behind the green film of the Gates of Hell was no longer there.

He walked freely without any hesitation, which was his usual style.

If that person really wanted to say goodbye, Caspian would not be able to stand it.

First of all, it was very pretentious.

Then, the one behind the Gates of Hell stuttered and said goodbye to you. No one knew how Caspian would feel after the other party finished.

Anyway, it was impossible to be moved.

It was good to be like this.

No longer looking at the Gates of Hell, Caspian returned to reality.

With a wave of his arm, He Silver City, which had been put away, was released from the Small World of Heaven and Earth again and suspended in midair.

He Silver City was only about 80% smaller than before it was refined by Caspian

After all, this was a powerful treasure.

It was not surprising that a cultivator could condense the void in the magic weapon when refining treasures.

However, it was not something an ordinary cultivator could do by connecting many hollows together and refining them into a big city.

Otherwise, He Silver City wouldn't have become a stronghold that blocked the beast tide back then. After all, the demonic beasts that He Silver City wanted to block were all at the Great Sage level. They were many times stronger than the beast tide that Caspian had blocked outside the Mirefield Gate.

"The rest." Caspian observed for a moment, then nodded with a satisfied smile. "Just as I expected. What I have to do next is..."