As the first solemn, weighty ink-wash animation slowly faded from the screen.
The crowd, who had just been cheering over their hard-fought victory against the Black Bear Spirit, were now all immersed in the profound Zen riddle: "If I did not put on this robe, how would all living beings know that I had severed my worldly ties?" They could not regain their senses for a long while.
Obsession and greed had been laid bare by the game in such a bloody, brutal fashion, placed before everyone's eyes.
Mu En cradled his hot tea and blew the floating leaves from its surface with a sigh. "What a Black Myth! This old man thought it was merely a fighting game that tested martial skill and reflexes. Who would have thought that beneath this game lay such a profound interrogation of all things in this world? Even immortals, gods, and Buddhas cannot see through greed, anger, and delusion. How much less can the countless scheming mortals of this world?"
Long Xiaoyao did not argue with his old rival this time. He gazed at the frozen image on the screen with a complicated expression. "Strength can be obtained through bitter cultivation, but inner demons cannot be cut down through slaughter alone! The Black Bear Spirit and Elder Jinchi were both pitiful creatures devoured by their inner demons."
Though the younger generation did not have much insight into such profound Buddhist philosophy, they were still deeply impressed by the exquisite visuals and culturally rich storytelling.
Wang Dong'er rubbed her sore eyes, her pinkish-blue short hair adorably tousled. "Yuhao, this game tells its story so well! Fighting monsters is torture, but after watching that animation, I suddenly feel like all the suffering just now was worth it."
Huo Yuhao gently handed her a wet wipe