When Ao Twelve reached the twenty-ninth level, Chu Wentian and Zi Nian also leaped onto the twenty-ninth level.
The three of them ascended to the twenty-ninth level simultaneously. This had never happened before.
"That Immortal King seems to have passed the twenty-eighth level!"
The crowd's gazes fell on Lu Ren once more, their faces filled with shock. They had never expected that after stepping onto the twentieth level, Lu Ren could still complete the comprehension.
At this moment, Ao Twelve, Chu Wentian, and Zi Nian were all struggling desperately on the twenty-ninth level.
Upon reaching the twenty-ninth level, the patterns on the book wall had become extraordinarily difficult to comprehend. Yet the three of them still relied on their own methods and powerful Immortal Souls to hold on.
"Let's see which of the three completes the comprehension first!"
The crowd's gazes once again landed on Ao Twelve.
At this moment, none of the three looked well. Ao Twelve was in especially bad shape—his face was ashen, his entire body convulsing, as if the will of his Immortal Soul were about to collapse.
"I am Ao Twelve, the Young Sect Master of the Primordial Chaos Immortal Sect. I am a born king, destined to fight for the top ten of the Heavenly Mandate Ranking this time. How could I fall here?"
A heaven-shaking roar erupted from Ao Twelve's mouth. His long hair whipped wildly, and dazzling light burst from his eyes as he enveloped the book wall, exuding an aura that seemed capable of piercing through all things.
At this moment, his thoughts spun at high speed as he frantically deciphered the patterns on the book wall.
At this moment, Ao Twelve seemed to have broken through himself. Whether it was the level of his Immortal Soul or his own will,