Twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five!
Upon reaching the twenty-fifth layer, the speed finally slowed a fraction, but it continued its upward climb.
"Twenty-five layers! That's a pretty impressive score, even among the veteran Inner Sect disciples!"
"Wu Anren has Late-stage Astral Force Cultivation, and he's cultivated two types of Superior Swordsmanship to the Extreme Realm. His Power of Attack is immense; the twenty-fifth layer is definitely not his limit."
Sure enough, after a brief pause, the number jumped again—the twenty-sixth layer!
A wave of suppressed gasps went through the square.
However, it wasn't over yet!
The light on the stone stele stabilized once more, though its rate of ascent had slowed considerably.
The twenty-seventh layer!
Everyone's hearts were in their throats, their eyes locked on that name.
Even the indifferent gazes from the high pavilions in the distance seemed to focus a little.
Time seemed to slow, each breath feeling exceptionally long.
