No matter how much Lu Xiu regretted it.
The dungeon was over.
Soon.
The dungeon's clear-screen sequence began to play.
And once the final CG-like scene finished.
The dungeon scene seemed to have had the pause button pressed; the rain abruptly froze in midair.
At the same time.
That familiar system settlement window popped up.
It appeared in front of Lu Xiu.
[Dear Architect! You have cleared a dungeon you constructed yourself. Congratulations!] [The system is generating your clear evaluation—]
``` [Evaluation: A person of superb martial skill and abundant martial virtue can make enemies retreat in the face of difficulty.
Striking as swiftly as thunder, subduing the enemy without fighting.
The process of becoming a grandmaster.
Is not only advancement in skill, but also a sublimation of the spirit.
This was supposed to be the evaluation of your performance in clearing the dungeon.
But now.
Bullshit!
All you had was superb martial skill—there wasn't even the slightest bit of martial virtue!
This was originally a story of revenge, and also a story about the true meaning of kung fu and martial virtue, trials and inheritance, humanity and moral choices.
You were supposed to fall again and again under the siege of powerful enemies, then rely on that string of mysterious copper-coin pendants to climb back up again and again.
Then, with your fading youth, with your gradually aging face and the ravines covering it, bitterly exchange them for skills that reached the pinnacle.
And amid the wasted passage of long years, when your hair had turned white, you would finally comprehend the Effect and Cause that slaughter could not end hatred, thereby choosing to lay down the butcher's knife in the final battle, only breaking the enemy's stance and not taking their life, convincing others