245: The powerful figures of Ascending Immortal Island were terrified; this kid was actually an ancient true dragon!

"Boom——!"

On the White Jade Staircase, a dark golden thunderbolt tore through the clouds.

There was no step-by-step hesitation, no arduous struggle.

Lu Sheng's figure paused only briefly on the 888th step, then shot upward like an intercontinental missile breaking free from gravity, accompanied by a piercing sonic boom!

890...895...898... This scene not only stunned the tenth level powerhouses still moving at a snail's pace below but also froze the air in the ancient Bronze Hall at the peak of Dengxian Island.

Before a massive Water Mirror.

Several elders with abyssal auras wore varied expressions.

"Interesting."

The White-Haired Elder seated in the main position gently stroked his beard, a flicker of appreciation in his murky eyes. "Above the 800th step, each level feels like carrying a divine mountain. Ordinary tenth level cultivators need to rest after each step, yet this kid dares to sprint?"

"He just hasn't encountered the real hurdle yet."

Beside him, Elder Xing Tian, clad in Crimson Armor with Fiery Red Hair, snorted coldly, his voice rough. "On the Ascension Road, nine is the ultimate number. The 899th step is merely the peak of the Mortal realm. With a deep enough Foundation, one can grit their teeth and endure."

"But the 900th step..."

A trace of gravity flashed in Elder Xing Tian's eyes. "That is a watershed. Cross it, and you become a peerless Prodigy who dominates an era. Fail to cross it, and no matter how fast you ran before, you remain just a slightly larger Mortal."

Before his words faded.

In the Water Mirror, Lu Sheng's figure had already charged to the 899th step.

Without any intention of slowing down, he raised his right foot and stomped heavily onto the 900th step!

"Hum—!!!"

The moment his foot touched the step.

An unprecedented, terrifying will, as if the heavens were collapsing, descended abruptly!

It wasn't gravity, nor a simple Soul impact.

It was the rejection of rules!

As if the entire Dengxian Island was roaring at this tiny intruder: "Kneel! Mortals cannot ascend to the heavens!"

Lu Sheng's previously unstoppable momentum suddenly stiffened.

The frenzied sprint came to an abrupt halt.

He seemed pinned by an invisible primordial giant hand, his feet as if filled with billions of tons of molten lead, firmly nailed in place.

Under the terrifying pressure of these rules, his black casual clothes instantly shredded into countless strips, revealing the iron-like muscles beneath.

"He stopped."

In the Bronze Hall, the Beautiful Woman in Palace Attire shook her head slightly, a hint of regret in her tone. "Indeed, the chasm of the 900th step isn't so easy to cross. For a ninth level body to reach here is already a miracle, but his Foundation is ultimately lacking."

"It's over." Elder Xing Tian also made his judgment, somewhat regretful but within reason. "Forcing this kid to his limits means this Ascension Road wasn't opened in vain."

Everyone waited.

Waited for Lu Sheng to be flung back by the terrifying rule force or to collapse onto the step, gasping for breath.

However.

At the center of the pressure, Lu Sheng's expression wasn't one of pain as the elders imagined.

He lowered his head slightly, his dark golden vertical pupils fixed on the step beneath his feet, a supremely arrogant curve forming at the corner of his mouth.

"So this is the 900th step?"

Lu Sheng moved his neck, his cervical vertebrae emitting crisp "crack" sounds.

"It is a bit heavy."

"Normal strength seems... not quite enough to play with."

The next second.

He suddenly raised his head, two golden flames erupting from his eyes, intense enough to incinerate the heavens!

"Since normal isn't enough..."

"Then transform."

With a thought, the slumbering Primordial Golden Dragon within his body awoke with a roar!

"Crack—!!"

"Roar—!!!"

A dragon's roar, originating from the deepest part of his Bloodline and carrying supreme imperial majesty, exploded from within him!

Under the astonished gazes of the elders.

Lu Sheng's body began the most primitive, most savage, frenzied mutation!

Bones swelled, muscles tore and reformed!

Dark Golden Dragon Scales, shimmering with a metallic luster, covered his entire body like a tide!

Ferocious Dragon Horns pierced the Void Realm, a thick Dragon Tail whipped through the air!

In just one second!

The suppressed human youth vanished.

In his place stood a five-meter-tall Dark Gold Demon God, exuding an aura of primordial chaos!

[Human-Dragon Form]—Activate!

"Break... for me!!"

From the ferocious, mask-covered mouth of Lu Sheng came a savage roar.

He abruptly straightened his spine!

Boom—!!!

An overwhelmingly domineering, terrifying Qi and blood erupted from him, spreading in all directions!

The rule pressure of the 900th step that had been suppressing him was actually... pushed back by his terrifying Physical Body!

Dead silence.

In the Bronze Hall, the elders who had witnessed countless storms and even the rise and fall of numerous Prodigies were all as if petrified.

Even the most composed White-Haired Elder inadvertently pulled out a few strands of his beard, completely unaware.

Their eyes were glued to the five-meter-tall Dark Gold Demon God in the Water Mirror, their expressions a spectacle.

What... was that?!

"This aura..."

Elder Xing Tian abruptly stood up, his movement so forceful it overturned the bronze chair behind him with a loud crash.

In his bell-like eyes, there was no trace of earlier calm, only unbelievable shock.

"This pure, ultimate imperial pressure... this perfect form of slaughter..."

"Is this fucking a True Dragon?!!"

The last two words, Elder Xing Tian almost roared.

True Dragon!

In the current era, these two words had almost become a term from mythical legends.

They were the overlords of the Ancient Epoch, the supreme beings at the top of the biological chain!

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

The Beautiful Woman in Palace Attire also lost her composure, her voice trembling. "The Dragon Clan went extinct at the End of the Ancient Epoch in that Great Calamity, their Bloodline severed! Those so-called Sub-Dragons and Flood Dragons today are just hybrids tainted with a trace of Dragon Qi!"

"But this kid's aura..."

She pointed at the Water Mirror, her finger shaking. "That pressure from the depths of his Bloodline even makes the spirit source within me tremble instinctively... What else could it be but a True Dragon?!"

In the Water Mirror.

Lu Sheng had no idea how much psychological trauma he had inflicted on these old-timers.

After transforming, he only felt exhilarated!

The oppressive feeling of being bound by rules vanished, replaced by boundless power.

"Huff—"

Two scorching white streams of air shot from his nostrils, like two fire dragons.

He lifted his foot, covered in thick dragon scales, and stomped heavily onto the 901st step.

"Thud!"

The indestructible white jade step actually developed a fine crack!