The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 1222

The long sword in the storage pouch was about the size of an adult’s palm. But this was not the reason why Caspian was curious. What made Caspian’s eyes light up was that the long sword was full of flowing light. It was like a sword condensed by light, without substance.

When Caspian held the hilt of the sword in his hand, it felt extremely light, like a feather. However, the long sword only looked non-solid. He tapped lightly on the sword with his fingers, and a crisp sound came out. At the same time, a circle of light appeared on the surface of the sword.

These light rings were like whirlpools.

Caspian stared at them for a moment. In a trance, he only felt that heaven and earth were pressing toward him.

When he looked up again, he found that he had already arrived in the wilderness full of boulders.

“There’s another universe in this long sword!”

Caspian’s heart skipped a beat and he looked around. The sky, swamp, and Little Candy had all disappeared. He found that he was standing in a desolate wilderness. The sky and the earth were the same grey, giving people a sense of despair.

In the wilderness, there were huge rocks everywhere. These rocks were like giant swords inserted into the ground. They were either upright or crooked. Each of them was as high as dozens of floors. Each and every one of these enormous creatures made one feel as if one’s chest was about to be torn apart. He also saw that these rocks were also wide and narrow, just like broad and thin swords in real life. There were also some boulders that were connected to the hilt by a long chain. The chain had long been broken, and there was only one piece left. It hung in the air, looking extremely dilapidated.

“Is this the world inside the light sword?”

While Caspian was deep in thought, he suddenly saw a flash of light above his head. Looking up, Caspian immediately saw a bright light flashing from time to time in the thick dark cloud that covered the sky. The light was like lightning appearing in the dark clouds. But he felt the sharpness of a sword from this light.

“What are these things?” Caspian took a deep breath and observed carefully.

Soon, he found that the light that appeared in the dark clouds was not random and irregular. These lights only appeared above the boulder. In the dark clouds above each boulder, there was a flash of light from time to time. As far as the eye could see, the light in the sky was like huge braziers.

Caspian pondered for a moment before leaping high into the air. His foot stepped on the giant rock and once again rose. He didn’t really care too much about what was going on. What he cared about was how to get out of here. He had the feeling that he wasn’t at all in the real world, but rather in his sea of consciousness, a place where his consciousness existed. It didn’t matter if it was on normal days when he appeared in such a place.

Caspian was not sure if his consciousness had come here and if his body was still sitting on Little Candy’s body like a wooden chicken. This kind of behavior that could not guarantee the safety of his body was really not good. It seemed that he had no sense of security.

After several leaps, Caspian came to the top of the boulder. After coming here, Caspian looked around more clearly. Because of the low pressure of the dark clouds, when the rays of light flashed in the dark clouds, they seemed to light up above his head, as if he could touch them as soon as he stretched out his hand.

The rays of light also lit up the huge rocks under Caspian’s feet. He could clearly see that under the flickering light, the boulders became as transparent as jade.

One could clearly see the shape of a sword in these boulders. These boulders were not stones, but real giant swords. But these swords were all wrapped in stones.

By now, Caspian was focused on the enormous sword, which had been sealed into the stone. It transformed into a dense forest. The number in the forest was these giant swords.

In such an environment, Caspian’s hair stood on end when he thought of the huge swords around him that were countless times larger than himself. He felt extremely restless, like a tide, constantly hitting his chest.