244: His mentality collapsed! All the level ten geniuses are trash, Lu Sheng begins his sprint!

Step 666.

A human Sword Cultivator with an ancient sword on his back and surrounded by Sword Qi was staring intently at the step ahead.

His name was Jian Wuchen, a core member of a top-tier Grotto-Heaven and a bona-fide tenth level Middle Stage Spirit Source User Sword Cultivator.

At this moment, his pristine white robe was already soaked with sweat, and his usually aloof and cold face was contorted with bulging veins, appearing somewhat hideous.

His protective Sword Qi was compressed to the extreme under the terrifying Soul pressure, emitting an overburdened "sizzling" sound.

"Damn it..."

Every step Jian Wuchen took, the bones throughout his body roared.

He suddenly turned his head to look behind him.

Not far away, a burly tenth level Drowned Ones general covered in black scales was following less than three steps behind him, baring his teeth.

The two of them were like participants in a slow-motion marathon.

"What are you looking at, human!"

The Drowned Ones general's eyes were bloodshot as he mocked hoarsely, "I... I will... eventually... surpass you!"

"In your dreams."

Jian Wuchen snorted coldly, forcing out those words from between his teeth.

The dignity of a tenth level powerhouse made him absolutely refuse to lose to a foreign race, let alone stop.

He took a deep breath, mobilizing the spirit source core within him that had already condensed into a Sword Pellet, attempting to charge toward step 667.

In the intervals between steps, he subconsciously raised his head, wanting to see how much further the road ahead was.

Or rather, he wanted to see where that legendary "leader" who had supposedly reached the end was.

That one look.

Caused his rock-solid Sword Heart to nearly shatter on the spot.

Far above him, at an extremely distant height shrouded in mist.

That place had already transcended the "Mortal Domain" that tenth level powerhouses could reach.

It was the forbidden zone above step 800.

Two tiny black dots were leaving all the tenth level powerhouses far behind, like discarded trash, at a speed that made him feel despair and even absurdity.

"Is... is this... a joke?"

Jian Wuchen's mouth hung open, and the ancient sword on his back, which had never trembled, actually let out a mournful cry at this moment.

Step 800.

The Soul pressure here had already materialized into a visible golden astral wind.

Every gust that scraped past felt like countless blunt knives cutting into the Soul.

Luo Tianfei's red dress fluttered loudly in the astral wind.

Her beautiful and arrogant face no longer held its previous ease.

Fine beads of sweat covered her forehead, and she bit her lower lip so hard that she even drew blood.

"Chirp—!"

Inside her, the proud Divine Phoenix Phantom let out an unyielding cry, and crimson divine fire formed a thin barrier around her, stubbornly resisting the will of heaven and earth that wanted to force her to kneel.

"I can't lose... I absolutely cannot lose to that bastard!"

Luo Tianfei stared intently at the back ahead of her.

That was the only motivation supporting her until now.

Whenever she felt she had reached her limit and wanted to stop for a breath, seeing that back ahead—still with hands in pockets and steady steps—her extreme pride would flare up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

If she lost to a tenth level powerhouse, she could accept it.

But losing to that "Big Bug" who annoyed her every day?

Absolutely not!

"Move... for me!!"

Luo Tianfei roared in her heart, her Divine Phoenix Bloodline boiling once again, as she forced another step upward against the astral wind.

And eighty-eight steps ahead of her.

Step 888.

Lu Sheng stopped his pace.

Not because he couldn't walk anymore.

But because the scenery here was indeed quite good.

Standing at the height, he turned around to look down.

Through layers of mist, he could see the black dots below crawling like ants.

Those tenth level powerhouses, who were peerless in the outside world, appeared laughably humble in his vision now.

"This is the tenth level?"

In Lu Sheng's dark gold vertical pupils, there was no mockery, only a calm judgment based on facts.

The pressure here was indeed very strong.

Even for him, who possessed the Dragon God Bloodline, he felt a resistance similar to walking tens of thousands of meters deep in the ocean.

But this resistance was not enough to make him bend his back.

The Dragon God Sequence within him seemed to be enraged by this vast will of heaven and earth, automatically constructing a dark gold spiritual barrier in his Sea of Consciousness.

Immune to all spells, and all evils retreat.

"What are you looking at?"

A voice, panting but still forced into a cold and arrogant tone, came from below.

Lu Sheng looked down and happened to see Luo Tianfei's face, which was somewhat flushed from overexertion.

She had finally caught up.

Although the distance was still very far, they could at least talk.

"I'm seeing that the people behind don't seem to be doing so well."

Lu Sheng spoke the truth, his tone so sincere it made one want to hit him.

Luo Tianfei took a deep breath, her chest heaving violently, nearly unable to resist throwing the Divine Phoenix Sword in her hand at him.

This bastard, was he including her in that insult as well?

Meanwhile.

At the Peak of Dengxian Island, inside that ancient and magnificent bronze hall.

Dengxian Island

Before a giant water mirror, several elders with terrifying auras were staring intently at the two figures in the image who had left everyone else behind.

The atmosphere in the hall was eerily heavy.

"Step 888..."

That violent middle-aged man with red hair and a red beard was no longer excited; instead, he looked at them as if they were monsters. "If I remember correctly, during the last opening, the strongest tenth level Prodigy only reached step 700, right?"

"A ninth level body, rivaling... no, surpassing the tenth level Peak."

The Beautiful Woman in Palace Attire murmured to herself, her beautiful eyes filled with shock. "This can no longer be explained by the extreme realm; this is... the return of myth."

Seated in the main position, the white-haired but youthful-looking Elder Li had eyes as deep as an abyss.

He looked at Lu Sheng's back—hands in pockets as if strolling in his own backyard—and then looked at a certain phenomenon faintly appearing in the distant Void Realm.

After a long time, he slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.

"It seems that legend is true."

"Elder Li, what legend?" Everyone looked over together.

Elder Li did not answer directly but pointed to the top of the seemingly endless staircase in the water mirror.

"At the end of the Ascension Road, there is a heart-questioning mirror."

"Only a Prodigy with the true potential to become a god can see their true self in the mirror."

"And the last one to see their true self was that person from ten thousand years ago... the First Emperor Immortal Emperor."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present was shocked.

Just then, Lu Sheng in the water mirror seemed to have rested enough.

He turned around, no longer paying attention to Luo Tianfei below, nor looking down upon all living beings.

He raised his head, his gaze piercing through the heavy mist, looking directly at the magnificent heavenly gate hidden in the clouds.

There, something seemed to be summoning the Dragon God Bloodline within him.

"Interesting."

A wild and arrogant curve hooked at the corner of Lu Sheng's mouth.

"Then let me see what this so-called 'Immortal' actually looks like."

The next second.

Boom!

The step beneath his feet exploded violently, and his entire being turned into a bolt of dark gold thunder, no longer walking step by step.

Instead... he was sprinting!!

PS: Happy author is now LV4 and can insert images. Happy! Tomorrow I'll go back and add some images. To all the reader bosses, I swear I will never write about women again, unless I'm allowed to write 'Many Sons, Many Blessings' 0.0.