Staring directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

#1998 - Mathematical Bliss (37)

The method to bridge the gap in levels can certainly be to strive upwards until you are on equal footing with the other party, but you can also try to make the other party fall to the same level, and then defeat them with your rich experience.

Recognizing the vagueness of the road ahead, Fu Qian already had a similar strategy in mind.

This is why he had been waiting for the appearance of "abnormal intuition," because that, to a certain extent, was equivalent to the other party's active act of falling.

A fall in thought is also a fall, right?

Although, given the enormous difference in levels between him and the ancient one, Fu Qian didn't think that to achieve this kind of will intrusion, the other party needed to really fall to the current level.

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

But this was only the first step.

To lure the other party into a brief mental fall to the level of conversing with him was one thing, but how to maximize the use of this opportunity?

It was obvious that the other party couldn't really talk to him, so Fu Qian chose another way.

As mentioned earlier, some rules that both parties need to abide by may be his few dependencies in this unequal game.

For example, the Bliss Potion that can make people fall back asleep.

If he bathed directly in it, would the imposing will in his head possibly be splashed in the face, slightly intoxicated?

And then show something that he didn't want to show?

At least in this endless joy, Fu Qian really saw some interesting things.

...

Ascending.

That was the first feeling, coupled with the impact of joy on consciousness, it really felt like a fusion of waist and horse, a sense of boiling.

Moreover, the ascent here was not a metaphor, it was really an infinitely rising perspective.

The moment the fangs in his hand fell to the ground, Fu Qian felt his consciousness soaring wildly, until it broke through the concept of height.

So... this... Joy Factory, is really... the shape of a brain...

When the consciousness, which was being frantically washed, barely managed to organize a sentence based on what it saw during the ascent, the scene had already changed again.

Spider web? Bagua formation?

Given the intense influence on his thinking, Fu Qian could only barely draw some impressions.

In short, it was a special structure made up of many layers of rules stacked on top of each other.

He couldn't see anyone, not even living beings, and he could hardly feel the concept of space, and he couldn't even determine whether the net was organic.

But Fu Qian knew that he belonged to a part of it, and this "it" could even be refined to one side of the net in this structure.

It was the whole of a certain concept, and he was like one of the multiple personalities, forming it together with other wills.

All the previous experiences were only the mental activities of this personality—but only in the world where he encountered the gravedigger; for example, the other world where he fell and was helped up did not belong to this net.

Fu Qian could feel that the self who had experienced that world was now on another net, but the relationship with "himself" already had a conceptual difference.

The strange and wonderful feeling, to put it simply, can actually continue the previous saying of personality split.

Eighteen kinds of Bliss Potion caused his consciousness to be cut into eighteen pieces, as digestion and absorption tools for different types of Bliss Potion.

In the real Bliss Realm of the Second Heaven, the active consciousness is of this nature.

Then, after breaking through to the Joy Factory of the Third Heaven and waking up in it, these slices each converge into the concept of self.

However, in this seemingly higher-dimensional perspective, this situation has changed, and different types of joy have directly become the main body.

From "Fu Qian's Joy No. 18" to "Joy No. 18's Fu Qian," now all these consciousness slices in No. 18 are a whole, collectively converging into the concept of "Joy," and so on.

Although it's not very appropriate, it's really easy to think of "desire has come alive," this saying about the Seed of Ecstasy.

It is indeed abstract, but this higher-level unification at that moment made Fu Qian vaguely understand why the person behind the scenes could influence his will.

This is the more abstract condition he had guessed before, besides time.

As long as he approached this spider web plane, his will would not be independent enough, thus providing an opportunity, or rather, a consciousness interface.

So, as expected, it's not that he's too pessimistic, the road to promotion really has a natural chasm.

Fu Qian's great enlightenment only had time to last for a moment, and the next moment the ascent had reached its peak, turning into a rapid fall.

Even the scale of the fall was quite exaggerated.

In the chaotic and incomprehensible picture, Fu Qian barely realized that he had directly fallen through the Joy Factory, came to the real Bliss Realm of the Second Heaven, and even penetrated a coffin lid.

The final scene was fixed on a body with colorful spots, growing petals and thorny branches, and even insect segments—no, it was two bodies.

It was a very special feeling, and at one moment the perspective was divided into two. Fu Qian could still see the human body inside another coffin.

And in addition to being very exciting, that face was even a little familiar, it was the Brotherhood traitor Confession Brother who had occupied it before.

Is it a coincidence?

While sighing in his heart, Fu Qian's consciousness had deeply plunged into the deformed body.

...

Still couldn't get back to the comfort zone.

His five senses recovered only a little later than his consciousness, and realizing that he could move, Fu Qian's first reaction was to confirm his current identity.

The fact proved that he didn't return to Confession Brother's body, and the person in front of him had changed into a new image again.

Very young, younger than all previous identities, no more than twenty years old.

His physical condition was also ideal, with good strength and speed.

There's even a weapon.

Fu Qian looked down at his hand and played with it.

Round and heavy, it was a miniature golden melon hammer that was not small in weight.

It's real gold.

Is it really the City of Sin? Such a discordant scene from the start.

That's right, although not particularly sure, the scale of the final fall, in Fu Qian's judgment, was likely to have dropped three levels.

From seemingly touching the Fourth Heaven, he fell directly back to the false City of Bliss, the starting point of the mission.

Falling headlong into that body was a sign of falling asleep in the Second Heaven and entering the First Heaven with a new identity.

At the same time, there is the most interesting point: who occupied Confession Brother's body when he came here?