Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 1973 Mathematical Bliss (Twenty-nine) (Thanks to the leader for the outrageous reward)

It is not anyone's church, but just a symbol of an abstract concept.

It’s not a very surprising answer.

"Thank you."

After expressing his gratitude to the gravekeeper for his answer, Fu Qian continued to move forward and found a seat at the long table.

As a paradise after death, Paradise has indeed not found many traces related to the superiors so far.

That’s why I was more interested when I first saw the church.

And it seems that no matter whether it is the City of Sin or the real City of Paradise, the people inside have no idea about the "stomach" that they once admired.

It seemed like there was just this building here, and they took it for granted.

But I can't do that.

Although I haven't suffered any targeted behavior so far, I have a deep relationship with that stomach.

Not only had he destroyed the projection of the Whitehead Temple, he had even killed his ecstatic servants—and of course, he had also fleeced him.

In short, if He really wants to be recognized, it will be too difficult for Him to maintain a friendly attitude.

Even if that adult is magnanimous and doesn't bother with you, don't forget that you still have a mission to accomplish.

Could He be the “Ancient One” who needs to be destroyed?

To be honest, it cannot be ruled out at present, because it seems to be progressive -

In the false city of paradise, there is a church without an emblem, where people with bad karma come to repent for their sins.

In the real city of bliss, the elements of the church have become richer and more accurate, and people regard it as a symbol of bliss and pray for blessings in it.

What about the next level?

Could it be a statue with a stomach?

Even if it wasn't His Kingdom, things weren't getting any better.

The reason is simple. Such a thing could never appear out of nowhere.

If the mission target is not the stomach, it means that there are two forces in Paradise that are malicious towards itself.

At this moment, I was standing in one of the churches, and I was not sure what new plan the other one was making.

……

“How do people usually pray?”

This real church has even fewer people than the city of sin.

Fu Qian took a look and found only one church member behind the curtain in the corner. He did not go over to disturb him, but chose to continue asking the gravekeeper for advice.

"Just empty your mind and know that you are praying for bliss... because it is an existence that cannot be described by words, and any detailed definition is wrong."

Although he had shown some disdain for the attempt to pray in the church during his previous conversation, once he walked in, the gravekeeper completely restrained his attitude.

His expression was respectful, his tone was serious, and he had already gotten into the mood while introducing himself.

Supreme but indescribable, any definition of detail is wrong…

Why does it sound a bit similar to the confession in Sin City, where no one knows who the confession is for?

Although the gravekeeper's words sounded a bit mysterious, understanding similar things has always been Fu Qian's strong point.

Silently appreciating the meaning of it and looking at the gravekeeper who had quieted down beside him, Fu Qian also exhaled and concentrated the next moment - but he did not empty his mind.

The contrast between the real and fake churches is perhaps an easy experience for gravekeepers to imagine.

But in addition to this, there is actually something else that has this difficult to define quality - a living, endlessly sublimated joy.

I have seen it in the victims who were planted with the seeds of ecstasy. What else have I learned from them, except that you should never be satisfied with your current achievements and always strive to make further progress?

When desire reaches its peak, it is clean?

Not only did he not follow the gravekeeper's advice, Fu Qian even took the initiative to imitate the ecstatic victims he had seen before, materializing all kinds of desires all at once.

And combined with the results of previous investigations, that is, the essence of layers of pleasure, from the unbridled desires, we continue to cultivate a new variety of "moderation of moderation", and continue all the way.

The gravekeeper thinks that praying in church doesn’t work, and maybe he’s putting his efforts in the wrong direction.

It is possible that bliss is not the ultimate purity, but rather so complex that he cannot tell the difference, like a nesting doll of ecstasy with a hundred layers.

But what if you make a wrong judgment? Then it’s a mistake.

There is really no need to follow this prayer technique which has been explored for many years and still has a low success rate.

Not to mention that Fu Qian has always been against the lazy mentality of the man of destiny, imagining that he can ignore the probability of success by doing the same thing himself.

Even if you do as you are told, and even succeed, will you dare to accept it?

There are always a pair of eyes watching you above your head. Once this kind of abnormality occurs, how confident do you have to be to conclude that there is nothing fishy?

……

Is this bliss?

The white-headed church was silent except for devout prayers and the excitement of abundant imagination.

And at a certain moment, he felt something explode in his consciousness.

It's like a symbol in my mind matches the lottery number.

Without any effort on your part, something will surge forth like crazy, quickly permeating every synapse.

Thirty-three.

Even though his brain was about to be drained dry, Fu Qian could still count them clearly. The joy in his mind at this moment was as high as the 33rd floor.

There is no doubt that it has been completely changed and the content cannot be described in words.

But it is precisely this point that is very similar to what is emerging.

Just say that "bliss" is not necessarily the ultimate purity...

Fu Qian was very satisfied at that moment.

Of course, this emotion is limited to deduction, because at this moment, there is no room for other feelings in the will.

Under that indescribable bliss, the joy that had previously reached the thirty-third level was instantly crushed without a trace left.

No wonder the grave keepers worship "Paradise" so much.

And after satisfaction comes sighing.

Although he is currently in mortal form, Fu Qian has gone through repeated cold and hot experiences, and his willpower, which once made him so high that he dared not return to the real world, is still not on the same level as that of a mortal.

As a result, facing this surging "bliss", I still found it difficult to cope with it.

It is a very special feeling, as if all the beauty in the world is placed in front of you, molded into notes, and finally gathered into a resonating song.

The pleasure that one enjoys comes from a melody of a higher level and has nothing to do with worldly beauty.

It should be the bliss mentioned by the gravekeeper.

To be honest, although there are some problems with understanding, the description is still quite vivid.

If you are on the right track, brainstorming can be very effective.

What I just did was very simple. I went against the grain and imagined multiple levels of pleasure in my mind, and finally induced resonance through one of them.

But now there is another problem. Now that we have "Paradise", how should we use it next?