"Why not?"
Ning Zhuo cast his Divine Sense towards the Pill Day.
The Pure Yang Ancestor's Elixir still shone brilliantly.
The True Intent remained overwhelmingly abundant.
Within the Pill Day, Ning Zhuo also saw countless intricate insights left by past Sect Leaders. There was the joy of a Sect Leader practicing Qi Cultivation at dawn in his youth, the rise of Righteous Energy in a Sect Leader's heart after slaying ghosts in his prime, and the silence and reluctance of an aged Sect Leader pouring his lifelong Pure Yang True Intent back into the pill.
These True Intents lay before Ning Zhuo, like the branches of a mountain laden with Spirit Fruits.
The fruits were already at his lips, but he couldn't eat or swallow them!
Ning Zhuo grunted, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. His hands pressed on his knees, and his knuckles turned slightly pale from exertion.
"Is it possible that my comprehension is insufficient, and I can't grasp it?"
