At the time, Li Huazhong did not understand the deeper meaning behind those words.
At first, he suspected that some Mystic Insight cultivator from the Pill Workshop had secretly acted, ruining the auspicious signs of his master's ascension.
When his master underwent Tribulation Crossing, three venerables from the Pill Workshop had guarded his path, specifically to prevent anyone with ulterior motives from interfering.
Yet after recreating the images from that day, repeatedly breaking them down and reviewing them, and pondering over and over the words left behind by his master's lingering remnant, he increasingly felt that there was something else amiss.
If it had truly been someone from the Pill Workshop, then what his master should have lamented was not unwillingness, but resentment.
His master had clearly been robbed of the signs of ascension by some external force, causing all his efforts to fall short at the final step and his Tribulation Crossing to fail. He should have been furious over it.
Yet though those words contained a tangled mass of emotions, they were strangely lacking in anger and resentment.
It seemed that his master did not consider his death and the dispersal of his Dao to be something worth raging or resenting over.
Those words sounded more like something he wished to convey to Li Huazhong after completing some mission and achieving some accomplishment.
For over three years, Li Huazhong had continued investigating the matter, hoping to uncover the truth behind his master's failed Tribulation Crossing.
When he could obtain no useful information within the Pill Workshop, he went to the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion to investigate.
After offering more than a third of his family fortune as payment, Li Huazhong finally met Wen Buyuan, the Grand Elder of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion.
After hearing his confusion, Wen Buyuan already