Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 1988 Heaven's Hammer

really not bad.

With the long-lost pleasant reminder, Fu Qian fiddled with the golden hammer without any trembling, and pulled it out of the broken skull.

What a pity, there is not enough energy left to wipe it clean.

The bloodstains on the golden melon, the essence on which these creatures depend for survival, every drop that fell into Fu Qian's eyes reflected an endless vortex of desire.

As the final blow landed, the joy in my mind completely erupted.

The thugs he brought in were killed, which obviously made Mr. Stomach Bag extremely angry.

The progressive layers of joy, under the even more violent turbocharging, are now indescribable in their essence - but indescribable does not mean indescribable.

Just like the dumpling filling, no matter how finely it is chopped, you can no longer recognize the original ingredients. As long as you have enough patience and strength, you can still decipher it layer by layer.

Form is emptiness, emptiness is form… No matter whether it is the ancient who has been exploring the Paradise for many years, or the powerful superior Qingliu Weibao, they still failed to understand the essence of this sentence.

What Fu Qian did just now was very simple—with his mind full of ecstasy, he forced himself to imagine true "blank joy".

The true culmination of layers of negation, giving up any symbols to define or describe, allowing the concept of joy to directly reflect oneself.

It sounds very abstract and is actually not easy to do. Even thinking of it is a bit of a big mistake - unless you have had some inspiration before.

When doing the mission in Akons, Hilaria's treatment philosophy was described in detail in the mission introduction -

[…Trying to fit the collection of impulses and desires into a symbolic self-portrait is the source of all tragedies…Give up using any words to describe the smell that enters the nose…The pleasure it brings is like thoroughly washing away the dirt…

...The joy continues to expand, even beyond the scope of words...No longer burying your head in the cage you have created, no longer letting your self-consciousness constrain you...】

Knowledge is power, but it is not just talk.

Fu Qian never ignores the valuable information accumulated in the tasks, including some overly abstract concepts.

At the same time, accumulation alone is not enough, association is an important weapon to turn knowledge into power.

Desire, pleasure, bliss...When encountering these concepts that sound similar, Fu Qian always makes it a habit to compare and verify them.

In particular, the therapeutic concept that Akons came into contact with was likely derived from the enlightenment of some "pure and noble power".

Although the essence is to expel the delusion of "self" and then refine Akons, the top of metaphysics is the same.

Long before he witnessed the ever-increasing increase of joy, Fu Qian had wondered whether this "true purity" was the ultimate answer.

Not white, but empty.

Besides, this is not the only reason. The story I just mentioned to the ancients stems from a classic paradox -

Of course the rabbit runs faster than the tortoise, but if during a race the tortoise is allowed to run a distance first, then by the time the rabbit catches up with the tortoise, the tortoise has already run a distance again. Then the rabbit catches up again, and the tortoise runs again... and so on, the rabbit will never catch up.

This is a story that came to mind when Fu Qian was first faced with endless levels of pleasure.

And the ancient one just now also helped to prove one thing, that is, even though he climbed to the ninth heaven, he still had not touched the pinnacle of paradise.

Is it possible that you can’t reach your destination by running like this?

When it comes to the spiritual level, strict mathematics may not be so applicable, but it may still bring inspiration.

For example, as a chasing rabbit, can you reach the finish line in one step?

And that's exactly what I just did.

Finally, I don’t like climbing the ladder in order. In fact, there is another reason - the last task called Incinerator consumes more SAN value the deeper you integrate.

Fu Qian had been wary of this road long before he discovered that he had to pay an ever-increasing ticket price to enter each level of heaven.

……

This mission may be passive all the way, but "the ancient one projected onto Brother Confession again". He knew that there was such a worst-case scenario, but he still came and tried it. How could he not have an emergency plan? He actually had a third purpose for running to the church and jumping into the face of the stomach bag.

The promotion to the third heaven was achieved by forcibly imagining thirty-three levels of false pleasure, and finally successfully resonating with the paradise.

It is through this point that it is proved that the authority of the stomach itself is similar to that of paradise.

And at that time, the seeds of ecstasy had not even been planted in me.

So if I really possess the power from Lord Stomach, would the resonance effect be better?

Although that gentleman himself has not been successful, he may not have been influenced by the same master as himself.

Therefore, from the moment he entered the incense hall and discovered that Brother Confession was still alive, Fu Qian put more of his energy into simulating that ultimate joy.

The specific manifestation is that the eyes look at the nose, the nose looks at the heart, and the heart looks at the golden melon and hammer.

The process was not easy, and in order to increase the success rate, he even deliberately accelerated the decay of his "self".

But all those verbal attacks were not in vain. The other party was stalling for time, and so were I.

The end result was that just now, the resonance really appeared again, giving him a perspective that transcended everything, and thus confirming that what was in front of him was indeed the target of the mission.

……

The ancients were still too optimistic.

The Ninth Heaven is indeed not the peak of the Paradise, but the levels behind it may be beyond his imagination.

Ten, eleven, twelve… layer upon layer, the abstraction is twisted to the point of being incomprehensible and endless.

This kind of infinity does not represent infinity, but infinitesimal, just like the distance in the tortoise and the hare race is infinitely divided, so that in the end it cannot reach the finish line.

The feeling of standing directly at the finish line is indeed good. Even the ancient one who climbs to the highest point is just a poor guy who thinks he is in the lead.

As for whether one can master it by reaching the top of Paradise, Fu Qian was not sure.

It's just a little resonance, and I'm still a long way from that step.

Of course, it is enough for the current use.

Looking down from a high position and attacking from a lower dimension, the hammer just now was exactly what the ancients had dreamed of, a means to completely destroy the target.

As his brain burst, death had completely wiped him out from every level of heaven.

Even at that moment, Fu Qian was confident that even if Mr. Stomach Bag didn't send anyone, it would not affect his ability to lock on to the target.

That is a real dimensionality reduction attack.

With speed comes speed, and we finally implemented this concept and cleaned up this leak with an astonishing number.

The only two regrets are that the ancient man was unwilling to introduce himself until the very end. Since he came from thousands of years ago, there is reason to believe that his identity is very special.

Second, there is not much time left to experience "bliss".

Taking advantage of his precious perspective to take another look, Fu Qian changed direction and smashed his own head with a hammer in his endless struggle.

It was like a tooth that had been swollen for a month was finally chiseled open by the doctor. The moment the screen turned black, Fu Qian believed that the contents of his head must have erupted onto the ceiling like volcanic magma.

[Task Evaluation: Heaven’s Hammer]