Staring directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

#1992 - Mathematical Bliss (31)

This must be the legendary 'biting the bullet'.

All sorts of perceptions seemed to be present, but the ability to process information was almost completely lost.

In the mental torment akin to being sliced to pieces, Fu Qian had only enough energy left to determine that the gravedigger brother in his sight hadn't left.

But that was it; further verbal communication was beyond his capacity.

Fortunately, after witnessing his pursuit of the Dao, the gravedigger brother, besides sighing, didn't seem to have much to chat about for the moment.

At the same time, every second seemed to become infinitely long.

It wasn't an illusion; after seemingly cutting his brain into nine coconut milk squares in a row, Fu Qian could feel that he hadn't even completed a single breath.

This is really... amazing.

Although he wasn't sure what caused this change, and even though his high-frequency thinking made the pain more exquisitely enjoyable compared to time itself, it wasn't a bad thing to save time like this for a time-sensitive project.

Additionally, it could reduce the probability of being disturbed by the gravedigger brother during this process.

Of course, these were just details; the most important thing was to see what would happen when the pain reached its extreme, and when bliss left no trace, whether there would be a comforting opportunity.

Now, that point wasn't too far away, and Fu Qian had no doubt that he could eventually reach it.

...

Your sun... has set.

Every accumulation of pain made the removal of bliss even more difficult, like extracting the last few air molecules from a vacuum.

However, at a certain moment, Fu Qian realized that the balance of yin and yang was completely gone, and all that connected his every nerve was a deformed darkness.

To the extent that they weren't even capable of generating a little sense of accomplishment for this great creation.

And what made this darkness even deeper was that time seemed to have completely stopped at that moment, and this pain would become eternal.

But Fu Qian still didn't miss 'bliss' at all, just cherishing the opportunity to savor this feeling, organizing a little logical thinking.

For example, based on previous experiences, the slowing of time seemed to be synchronized with the dissipation of bliss.

This, to some extent, could once again prove the transcendence of the concept of 'bliss' relative to this Second Heaven.

So, the current predicament could instead be interpreted as good news, that is, he had likely found the right ladder to climb to the Third Heaven.

And Fu Qian's strategy for this good news was to continue to maintain the status quo, not giving 'bliss' any chance to counterattack.

Regardless of how tempting that feeling was in the current situation.

Regardless of whether it was still meaningful to suffer this torment when time was frozen.

...

In the darkness, the torment was countless.

But always looking on the bright side, Fu Qian clearly knew that at most a legendary instant had passed.

Dividing it, the ratio of perception rate to time was already close to infinity.

Such a rare experience should also be considered spiritual wealth, right?

Using logic to deduce a trace of optimism for himself, Fu Qian remained unswervingly on his established course.

His information processing ability was completely destroyed, to the extent that although Fu Qian believed his vision, hearing, and the like were still there, he couldn't even present a still frame.

It was undoubtedly a different kind of black box, so much so that it reminded one of the Sweet Dreams Head Cage in the warehouse.

[It is said that in absolute self-isolation, the wisdom of the gods will be conceived]

This item note seemed quite suitable for the current scene, just not sure if the result would be equally optimistic - it will.

At a certain moment, Fu Qian was completely confident that he hadn't given bliss any chance, but in the 'darkness', a trace of 'light' seemed to shine in.

But what about the church?

...

Although the color tone was slightly dim, what was in front of him still had a bit of similarity in style with the City of Bliss.

However, the White Peak Cathedral, which he had finally found, had disappeared without a trace.

In a narrow alley, Fu Qian looked at his changed attire and fell into deep thought.

The style was older, but the skin was more radiant, it was obvious that he had changed his image again, and was falling to the ground in a special posture.

"Are you okay?"

More than one hand was trying to help him up, and asked softly, it looked like he had just fallen.

At the same time, he could see that the glazed light in this town was gone, replaced by a more real light and warmth.

Wandering in his heart was also.

The pain caused by removing the bliss was greatly soothed in the blink of an eye.

Although this different kind of light wasn't so strong, it felt more real.

So, after experiencing the ultimate dark torment, he actually waited for the light?

Was this the Third Heaven?

Although he wasn't sure what the specific logic behind it was, and the prompt to lose sanity didn't appear.

But don't forget that the last time he 'woke up' in the Second Heaven, he didn't explicitly receive a sanity loss prompt either.

Theoretically speaking, it could even be considered that the overly pessimistic assumption was, to some extent, falsified.

And relying on professional scientific research accumulation and execution, he completed this another shattering of the void with amazing efficiency.

The choice of taking 'bliss' as a route was correct - was it?

"I'm fine, thank you."

Thoughts and the scene in front of him flashed through his mind like lightning, and the next moment Fu Qian thanked him politely, and directly locked on to this new 'light' in his consciousness, repeating the old trick, violent expulsion.

Completely disregarding whether the nerves that had just been nourished were painfully wailing.

...

Sorry, experts are never easily optimistic.

The previous line of thought was indeed logical, but conversely, if each level does require sanity as a ticket, doesn't that also mean that what's in front of him is an illusion?

The more natural and beautiful it looks, the more vicious it is behind it.

Don't forget that so far, the operation of the eyes behind the scenes hasn't been seen yet.

And if he really is being overly sensitive, and now he is really in the Third Heaven, and the light emerging from this darkness really guided him?

Then let it guide him one more time.

The new type of pleasure that replaced bliss is still reverberating in his mind.

Copying the successful experience from last time and expelling it again, maybe there is a certain probability that he can skip levels continuously and directly point to the Fourth Heaven?

In summary, whether it is a true or false Third Heaven, the choice to repeat the old trick is correct.

Our game theory wasn't learned for nothing.