I Can See Through Everything

The Demon Domain and Monster Domain both dispatched agents to infiltrate the Human Domain, all for one purpose: to find Lu Qing.

The Holy Assembly also issued an assassination order for his capture or death.

Various sects and powerful clans, especially the forces of the Netherworld Palace, even offered bounties for Lu Qing.

In an instant, half of the Tianyuan Great World was roiled with hidden undercurrents, all centered around him.

Yet strangely, no matter how the three great forces searched publicly or secretly, using divination or brute force, no trace of the cultivator once known as Chen Qing could be found.

It was as if he had vanished into thin air, never to be seen again.

Even the most formidable Nascent Soul cultivators personally attempted to divine his whereabouts—only to come up empty-handed.

At first, everyone thought he was simply hiding well. Many cultivators continued the hunt relentlessly, unwilling to give up.

But as the years passed with no results whatsoever, even the most determined began to abandon the search.

That demonic cultivator clearly possessed some mysterious treasure capable of severing karmic ties—only such an artifact could conceal him even from the gaze of Nascent Soul powerhouses.

The Tianyuan Great World was simply too vast. With such an artifact, if he were determined to vanish into a remote corner for a hundred years or more, it was entirely feasible.

Some even speculated that he had long since returned to the Demon Domain and wasn’t in the Human Domain at all.

And so, fewer and fewer people continued to search for Lu Qing.

Eventually, even the sects began to let it go.

The once world-shaking battle atop Sacred Tianxu Mountain faded into memory.

After all, the Tianyuan Great World was too immense, with major events happening every day.

The attention of the masses could not remain fixed on one incident forever. New upheavals would always come to steal their focus.

In the end, year after year passed, and few even spoke of that battle anymore.

…

Tianhan Continent was one of the more unique landmasses in the Tianyuan Great World.

This continent was frigid year-round. Constant icy winds howled, and snow blanketed the land. Only plants of exceptional cold resistance could grow there.

It was hardly a place suited for ordinary folk.

However, it was beloved by cultivators of water and ice-based Techniques.

Training here allowed their cultivation to progress with half the effort.

Furthermore, Tianhan Continent was rich in cold-type treasures and spiritual materials, attracting many merchant guilds to do business there.

Over time, its population grew to be quite substantial.

On this day, in the icy wilderness before a mid-sized city named Earthfire City, a young man clad in furs emerged slowly from the snowstorm.

He paused briefly to glance at a torn and weathered notice posted on the city gate, then continued forward.

“Welcome to Earthfire City, fellow cultivator. Where have you come from?” asked the gate guard.

“Wandering cultivator Lu An. I roam wherever fate leads. I’ve come seeking some ice-attribute spiritual herbs for alchemy.”

The young man lifted his hood, revealing a face that was utterly ordinary.

“Ah, an alchemist? My apologies for the blunt question.”

The guard’s demeanor shifted at once, becoming noticeably more respectful.

After all, whether alchemists or artifact refiners, such professionals were welcomed wherever they went.

Cultivation required pills and tools—making connections with an alchemist or refiner was something most cultivators would eagerly pursue.

“I only dabble in basic pill refinement. Not worthy of the title of alchemist,” the young man said humbly.

But the guard remained courteous. “No need for modesty, Daoist. I suppose you’ve come because of the Ice Soul Valley that’s set to emerge in half a month?”

“That’s right. I heard tales of a mystical icy valley that appears once every fifty years. They say it contains many spiritual items. I thought I might try my luck.”

“Haha! Indeed, the Ice Soul Valley’s cyclical appearance is a spectacle unique to our Earthfire City. I wish you fortune in obtaining the herbs you seek,” the guard laughed.

“Then I thank you for your kind words,” the young man replied with a smile.

“If you would kindly leave a soul imprint here for registration, you may enter.”

“Of course.”

The young man casually imprinted his soul onto a jade scroll.

The guard observed the scroll—white light pulsed from within—then nodded in relief.

“No issues. You may proceed.”

“Much obliged.”

The young man pulled his hood back up and entered the city.

He was well aware that the jade scroll was a magical artifact issued to all major cities.

It contained information on wanted criminals and notorious fugitives across the Tianyuan Great World.

It also had the ability to detect demonic energy, intended to keep demonic cultivators out.

But he had long since altered the fluctuations of his divine soul, and had no fear of being exposed.

Once inside, the temperature noticeably warmed.

The city was named Earthfire City because of the fire vein that ran beneath it.

Ten thousand years ago, a powerful cultivator constructed a massive formation here to harness that subterranean fire, establishing the city.

“Ah Qing, I saw another notice posted at the gate—a bounty on both of us.”

Suddenly, a small white creature resembling a fox poked its head out from under the young man’s collar and sent him a soul transmission.

“Don’t mind it. They’ll never find us. Besides, so much time has passed, most have forgotten about us,” the young man replied calmly.

Indeed, this fur-clad young man was none other than Lu Qing—the one who had vanished from the Tianyuan Great World, whom no sect or clan had been able to find.

As for the white creature, it was naturally Xiaoli.

“If not for the brilliance of your and my transformation Techniques, even Nascent Soul cultivators would’ve seen through us long ago,” Xiaoli said proudly.

“Yes, I didn’t expect your Nine Transformations of the True Dragon to grant transformation abilities once mastered.”

Lu Qing was still surprised by the Technique passed down by that senior from the hidden realm. Its depth exceeded even his expectations.

Once Xiaoli had mastered the first transformation, it gained the power to shift its appearance at will.

This was no illusion—it was a fundamental transformation. Even Nascent Soul cultivators couldn’t detect the disguise.

Because of that, Lu Qing dared to bring Xiaoli out.

“That stupid snake still hasn’t mastered the first transformation. Useless,” Xiaoli grumbled.

“Wuxing’s comprehension has always been lower than yours. It’s natural that it progresses slower,” Lu Qing chuckled.

These past years, Wuxing had been cultivating Nine Transformations of the True Dragon as well, but its pace was far behind Xiaoli’s.

It had only just managed to get a basic grasp of the first transformation, not yet enough to transform its appearance.

So Lu Qing had left it to continue training inside the Heaven and Earth One Qi Bag.

“Hmph, it better hurry up. If a good opportunity comes and it misses out, I don’t want to hear it whining again.”

Hearing Xiaoli’s complaints, Lu Qing smiled and made his way to an inn.

Soon, he rented a small Golden Core-level cave dwelling and moved in.

There, seated cross-legged, he began pondering his next steps.

To be honest, he had anticipated that the battle at Sacred Tianxu Mountain might cause a stir—but not that it would shake the entire world.

After slaying several Nascent Soul experts, he had fled to a remote cave, laid down arrays, and entered closed-door cultivation.

He had been completely unaware of what was happening outside.

That seclusion had lasted more than ten years.

Only upon emerging did he learn that not only had the Holy Assembly issued a kill order, but many sects and clans were offering bounties on his head through the Netherworld Palace.

Fortunately, he had already assumed a new identity before leaving seclusion—otherwise, he might’ve been attacked upon entering his first city.

The good news was, over a decade had passed since that battle.

Most had stopped talking about it.

With the shapeless transformation Technique of the Perfect Golden Core, Lu Qing could disguise himself flawlessly.

So long as he didn’t reveal himself, no one would suspect that he was Chen Qing.

In fact, ever since emerging, Lu Qing and Xiaoli had traveled far and wide.

Another year had passed since then. He had entered many cities and stayed in numerous inns.

Not once had anyone seen through his disguise.

The reason he had emerged from seclusion was simple.

He had reached a bottleneck in his cultivation.

His Daoist Lineage cultivation had reached the peak of the Golden Core Ninth Transformation. His Witch Lineage cultivation was at the perfected Grand Witch Realm.

All his Techniques and divine abilities were pushed to their current limits.

He had originally planned to keep pushing forward—but the problem was, he still hadn’t managed to deduce the elusive Tenth Transformation of the Perfect Golden Core Technique.

During his closed-door cultivation, he’d hoped that the ten Nascent Soul-level Techniques he’d obtained, along with his own Heaven-Shattering Sword Qi and Seven-Star Sword Formation, would help him deduce it.

But when he got to work, he realized the difficulty was far beyond imagination.

Those Nascent Soul Techniques were indeed profound—far superior to Golden Core-level ones.

But they dealt with higher realms of power, not the act of breaking the Ninth Transformation limit.

They offered little inspiration for something so unique.

He’d made little progress, unable to even outline the structure of the Tenth Transformation.

Only then did Lu Qing come to a realization.

The Tenth Transformation represented a step beyond the known limits—a defiance of logic itself.

Those Nascent Soul masters who created those Techniques had likely never imagined such a stage existed.

If they didn’t even know of the Tenth Transformation, how could their Techniques contain insights into it?

Even brief mentions were speculative at best—not real breakthroughs.

So Lu Qing knew that to create the Tenth Transformation, he could not rely on those sources.

He had to use his own wisdom—and the power of his spiritual abilities—abandoning the influence of traditional Techniques.

Only by seeking the impossible could he grasp that final step.

With this understanding, Lu Qing had left seclusion.

Over the past year, he and Xiaoli roamed the world, seeking out wondrous sights and meditating on the changes in heaven and earth.

All the while, he integrated what he saw with the profound Great Dao Chapter in his mind.

Gradually, he began to gain vague insight into the Tenth Transformation of the Perfect Golden Core Technique.

But the inspiration was still murky. He needed more time and reflection to grasp it completely.

After some inner reflection, Lu Qing returned his focus to the present.

He had come to Earthfire City because, days ago during a blizzard, he had rescued a few Foundation Establishment cultivators who had nearly died to the snowstorm’s Astral Winds.

From them, he’d learned that in a little over half a month, a wondrous snow valley would appear near Earthfire City.

This mystical valley emerged once every fifty years and would release many cold-attribute treasures.

It was one of Tianhan Continent’s most renowned opportunities.

Lu Qing found it fascinating and naturally wanted to witness it.

Although the cold-attribute items were of limited use to him, they were perfect for Xiao Yan.

If he could collect a few, he could bring them back as gifts for the little girl.

At the thought of Xiao Yan, Lu Qing sighed.

He had been away from his homeworld for over twenty years.

He didn’t worry about his master—but Xiao Yan, whose temperament was still immature when he left, gave him pause.

He feared that, after so much time, her disposition might’ve changed—and that she might even resent him.

“Ten more years. If I can’t create the Tenth Transformation in that time, I’ll advance to Nascent Soul and return home.”

Lu Qing quietly set a deadline for himself.

Indeed, he had already reached the perfected Ninth Transformation stage of the Golden Core Realm, and it was a Perfect Golden Core.

If he wished, he could summon the Heavenly Tribulation and ascend to Nascent Soul at any time.

And with his foundation, once he broke through, his potential and strength would far surpass even those who ascended with Flawless Precelestial Superior-Grade Golden Cores.

But knowing that there was a stage beyond the Ninth Transformation—how could he give up without trying?

He had the spiritual abilities and the Great Dao Chapter. The Tenth Transformation was not unreachable.

Still, to obsess blindly was also a trap—one that could breed inner demons.

So he gave himself a limit. If he hadn’t succeeded within ten years, he would ascend.

Calming his thoughts, Lu Qing closed his eyes and activated his spiritual abilities, resuming his contemplation of the Great Dao Chapter.

Time slipped by.

In a trance-like state, half a month passed.

Then suddenly, as Lu Qing meditated, he sensed a strange shift in the heavens and earth