Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1981: Chapter 1976: Mathematical Bliss (37)

The method to level the differences can indeed be striving upwards until being on equal footing with the other, but it can also be about dragging the other down to the same level, then defeating them with rich experience.

When realizing the path ahead was bleak, Fu Qian already had a similar strategy in mind.

This is also why they kept waiting for the ”abnormal intuition” to appear, because to some extent, it is equivalent to the opponent’s active act of falling.

Decline in thought is still a decline, after all.

Although given the huge level gap with the Ancient Man, Fu Qian didn’t think that, to achieve such a mental invasion, the other would need to truly fall to the current level.

But anyway, that thought in the mind that doesn’t belong to oneself must belong to ”it”, right?

Especially when one’s behavior rebelled, climbing the Heavenly Ladder all the way up to where ”intuition” was growing wildly.

At that moment, Fu Qian could clearly feel that the thought indeed belonged to the intruder.

But this is just the first step.

Seducing the opponent into a temporary mental downfall to the level of dialogue is one thing, but how to maximize this opportunity?

It’s obvious that the opponent is not actually going to converse with oneself, so Fu Qian chose another method.

As mentioned before, certain rules that both parties need to adhere to might be one of the few supports in this asymmetric game.

For instance, like this Bliss Potion that can make one fall asleep again.

Submerged directly in it, is there a chance that this aggressive will in the mind also gets a face full, slightly intoxicated?

And then exhibit something that wasn’t intended to be shown?

At least at this moment, within this endless pleasure, Fu Qian did indeed see some interesting things.

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Rising.

This was the immediate feeling, combined with the impact of pleasure on consciousness, creating a truly exhilarating sense of alignment.

And the ascent here is not metaphorical, but a genuine rise in perspective.

The moment the sharp tooth dropped to the ground, Fu Qian felt his consciousness surge wildly, breaking through the concept of height.

It turns out... this... Pleasure Factory, indeed... is shaped like a brain...

At the moment when the overwhelmed consciousness managed to piece together a sentence during the ascent, the scene before him changed once again.

Spider web? Bagua formation?

Given the strong influence on the mind, Fu Qian could barely draw some perceptions.

In short, it was a special structure composed of many layers of stacked rules.

No people or even creatures could be seen, and the concept of space was almost imperceptible; whether the web was organic couldn’t be determined.

But Fu Qian knew he was part of it, this ”it” could even be refined to one of the webs within the structure.

It is some kind of conceptual whole, and he is like one of the personalities that, along with other wills, compose it.

All previous experiences were just the mental activities of this personality, limited to the world encountered by the Tomb Guardian; for instance, another world where he fell and was lifted belongs not to this web.

Fu Qian could feel the self who experienced that world was on another web, but the relationship with ”himself” had a conceptual difference.

A strange yet wonderful feeling, to simplify, it could indeed be likened to the previous notion of split personalities.

The eighteen kinds of Bliss Potions chopped his consciousness into eighteen slices, serving as tools for absorbing and digesting different types of Bliss Potions.

In the True Bliss Realm of the second heaven, the active consciousness all had this nature.

Then, breaking through to the third heaven Pleasure Factory, after waking there, these slices again congregated into the concept of self.

However, from this seemingly higher-dimensional perspective, the situation changed, different types of pleasure directly became the main body.

From ”Fu Qian’s 18th Pleasure” to ”18th Pleasure’s Fu Qian”, now all these slices of consciousness within the eighteenth are a whole, collectively constituting the concept of ”18th Pleasure”, and so forth.

Although somewhat out of place, it’s truly reminiscent of the saying ”desire came to life” about the Seed of Ecstasy.

Indeed abstract, yet in this higher-level unity, at that moment, Fu Qian vaguely understood why the one behind the scenes could influence his will.

This was what was previously guessed, an abstraction beyond time itself.

As long as approaching this spider web plane, one’s will was not independent enough, thus providing a chance to exploit or an interface for consciousness.

So, it was indeed not excessive pessimism; there is truly an insurmontable gap on the promotion path.

Fu Qian’s enlightenment lasted only for a moment; the next the ascent reached its peak, then swiftly began to fall.

The scale of the fall was even quite exaggerated.

In the chaotic and incomprehensible pictures, Fu Qian barely comprehended that he had directly fallen through the Pleasure Factory, arriving at the True Bliss Realm of the second heaven, even penetrating a coffin lid.

The final scene fixed in view was a body full of colorful patterns, growing petals and thorny branches, even insect segments of the body - or rather, two of them.

A very particular observation, at a moment the perspective even split into two; Fu Qian could still see the body inside the other coffin.

And besides being quite splendid, that face was somewhat familiar, it was indeed the Confession Brother, the traitor of the Brotherhood he once possessed.

Wasn’t it a coincidence?

In the midst of his inner sigh, Fu Qian’s consciousness had deeply embedded into the deformed body.

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Still hasn’t returned to the comfort zone.

The five senses recovered only slightly later than consciousness, and realizing he could move, Fu Qian’s first response was to confirm his current identity.

It turned out he had not returned to the body of Confession Brother, but rather had changed to a new form entirely.

Very young, younger than all previous identities, appearing to be less than twenty.

The physical condition was also quite ideal, with decent strength and speed.

Even had a weapon.

Scanning his hands, Fu Qian played with it for a moment.

Round and heavy, it was a mini-sized but weighty golden gourd hammer.

Pure gold indeed.

So it really was Sin City, landing right in such a discordant scene.

Yes, though not entirely sure, the final fall’s scope was likely a drop of three phases in Fu Qian’s judgment.

From seemingly touching the fourth heaven, fell back to the false City of Bliss where the mission initially began.

The last plunge into that body marked the doze-off in second heaven, entering the first heaven with a new identity.

At the same time, a most intriguing point, having arrived here, who occupied the body of Confession Brother?