I Can See Through Everything Chapter 183: Two Years Later, the Shen Hun Fu Lu is Complete! - Novel Cool

Chapter 183: Two Years Later, the Shen Hun Fu Lu is Complete!

Deep within the secluded mountains, in the strange valley where Li Weitian had been buried, the figures of Lu Qing and Xiao Li appeared.

"Half a year has passed since last time—nothing’s changed here at all," Lu Qing murmured, gazing at the valley’s eternal springtime beauty. Birds sang, flowers bloomed, and the air was sweet with fragrance.

Outside, autumn winds howled through the trees, leaves swirling like embers in the cold. But here, within this hidden sanctuary, spring remained untouched—eternal, almost unnatural.

"Aw～" Xiao Li let out a soft, plaintive cry from Lu Qing’s shoulder, nudging him gently.

"Alright, alright," Lu Qing chuckled, ruffling the little creature’s fluffy fur. "I know. You’ve got that chess date with Xiao Yan. I won’t be gone long this time."

He couldn’t help but sigh, a hint of regret in his voice. Why had he gotten that sudden urge to craft a set of beast-fighting chess pieces? Now, the two little ones were utterly obsessed—spending every waking moment playing, to the point where they’d happily trade all their time for another match.

After offering a quiet prayer at Li Weitian’s grave, Lu Qing led Xiao Li through the waterfall and into the cave.

Inside the Jade Transformation Cave Chamber, everything remained unchanged—exactly as it had been the first time he’d seen it. The stalactites hung still, the air was cool and still, and the ancient aura of the place had not shifted by even a breath.

It was as if time itself had stopped here—eternal, unyielding.

Of course, Lu Qing knew better. He’d only discovered this place a little over two years ago. To speak of eternity was absurd.

"Xiao Li, stay outside and keep watch for me. I’m going inside to begin my cultivation retreat," Lu Qing said, pulling out a small collection of items from his Qiankun Yiqi Dai.

Soft cotton bedding, fresh water, dried fish snacks—everything for Xiao Li. He even tucked in two Storybooks, knowing the little creature had long since mastered reading, able to understand simple tales without help.

This retreat was critical. He couldn’t predict how long it would last. Better to be safe than sorry—especially now that he had access to such a vast spirit artifact.

Back when he’d scouted the mountains, all he could carry was a bamboo basket. Now, with the Qiankun Yiqi Dai, he could prepare for anything.

"Aw～" Xiao Li barely reacted—used to the wonders of the small bag by now.

It trotted into the little nest, curled up, and settled in with a satisfied sigh.

"You’re getting lazier by the day," Lu Qing shook his head, smiling despite himself.

But he had no doubt in Xiao Li’s abilities. That strange instinct, honed from its spirit beast lineage, could detect even a Xian Tian Jing cultivator if they failed to suppress their aura. And with its ghostlike stealth and claws as sharp as steel, not even a Wu Dao Zong Shi could land a single strike on it without warning.

There was no better guardian.

With Xiao Li safely ensconced, Lu Qing pushed open the Hidden Door and stepped into the Hidden Room. He settled onto the jade bed, closed his eyes, and began to calm his breath.

He centered his spirit, quieting his mind until every fiber of his being—body, spirit, and soul—reached peak harmony.

Only then did he let his consciousness dive into the Brow Qi Cavity.

Compared to two years ago, the change was staggering.

The space within had expanded—vast and deep. The Spirit Soul Power now swirling inside was dense, powerful, and thick—no longer a faint mist, but a towering, swirling fog, thick with energy, perhaps dozens of times more concentrated than before.

And at the heart of it all, suspended in midair, floated the Shen Hun Fu Lu—its surface etched with ancient runes, its aura solemn and profound.

It was nearly whole. Only a tiny fragment, at the bottom right corner, was missing.

This was the final piece.

And this was why Lu Qing had come here—into this secluded, untouched chamber—to complete it.

This step was vital. The path ahead of him depended on it. One misstep, one error in focus, and all his efforts could unravel.

So he’d brought Xiao Li—far from prying eyes, far from disturbance—to ensure absolute solitude.

"Finally… the moment has come."

"Improving Spirit Soul Power is so much harder than refining the body. My physical strength reached the peak of Nei Fu Jing Wan Man, Wu Dao Zong Shi level, over a year ago. Yet even with a divine secret technique, it took another full year to finally gather enough strength to complete the Shen Hun Fu Lu."

Lu Qing’s spirit observed the runes within the cavity, a quiet awe in his heart.

Two years of relentless cultivation. Every day, every breath, he’d forged his spirit soul, refining it through fire and will. He’d advanced the 【Henglu Guan Xiang Fa】 to its second stage—reaching the Jingjie of the Furnace View.

Only then could he reach the threshold.

Oddly enough, his martial arts cultivation had progressed even faster. Without much effort—just a few daily rounds of the Nourish Body Fist—he’d already reached the same Nei Fu Jing Wan Man level.

There was no denying it: Lu Qing’s martial foundation was already legendary. Two years ago, he’d already mastered every combat technique to the Zong Shi level, even glimpsed the 【Yi】 Jingjie.

And over these past two years, his understanding had deepened. Add to that the miraculous benefits of the Dipulse Spiritual Fluid he’d once consumed—rare, priceless, and capable of reshaping a cultivator’s destiny.

With such a foundation, progress in martial arts was inevitable.

"Two years of effort. My body and spirit both advanced. Now… it’s time for the Shen Hun Fu Lu."

He stared at the nearly complete seal.

No hesitation.

He began, according to the Divine Seal Sect’s ancient teachings, to form the final rune.

By now, the process was second nature. Over the past two years, he’d forged countless such runes—each one a trial, each one a step forward.

Within moments, the missing rune was complete.

Carefully, he guided it toward the seal.

As soon as it neared, a strange force surged. The rune lifted on its own, flying toward the gap—like a key fitting into a lock—sliding seamlessly into place.

With that final connection, a miracle unfolded.

The entire Shen Hun Fu Lu pulsed with a faint, golden glow. The runes within it—each painstakingly carved over countless days—began to shift, swirl, and reconfigure. They danced, merged, spun, and reformed.

And then—stillness.

A complete, perfect Shen Hun Fu Lu now hovered in the center of the cavity.

Hummm…

At that instant, a ripple of invisible energy surged outward from the seal.

The Brow Qi Cavity trembled.

The change was sudden. Violent. Lu Qing was caught off guard—his spirit swept up in the wave, as if a breakthrough had just occurred.

For a moment, everything went still.

Then—silence.

(End of Chapter)

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