Staring directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

#1990 - Mathematical Bliss (Twenty-Nine) (Thanks to the leader for the outrageous reward)

It wasn't anyone's church, but merely a symbol of an abstract concept.

That wasn't too surprising of an answer.

"Thank you."

In short, if he were to be recognized, it would be too difficult to expect Him to maintain a friendly attitude.

Even if that Great One was generous and didn't hold it against him, don't forget that he still had a mission.

Could He be the "Ancient One" that needed to be eliminated?

Honestly, it couldn't be ruled out at the moment, because it seemed that there was a progression—

In the false City of Elysium, there was a church without emblems, used by people burdened with karma to confess their sins.

In the true City of Elysium, the elements of the church were already richer and more accurate, and people regarded it as a symbol of Elysium, praying within it for favor.

What about the next level?

Could there already be a statue of a Stomach standing there?

Even if it wasn't His divine kingdom, the situation wouldn't get any better.

The reason was simple: something like this could never appear for no reason.

If the mission target wasn't the Stomach, it meant that in Elysium, there were two forces with malice towards him.

At this moment, he was standing in the church of one of them, and he wasn't sure what the other one was planning.

… …

"How do people usually pray?"

This real church had even fewer people than the one in the City of Sin.

After taking a look, Fu Qian found only one church member behind the curtain in the corner, and didn't bother them, choosing to continue asking the gravedigger for guidance.

"Empty your mind, just know that you are praying for Elysium… Because that is an existence that words cannot describe, any detailed definition is wrong."

Although there was some disdain in his words earlier regarding trying to pray at the church, once he walked in, the gravedigger restrained his attitude completely.

His expression was respectful, his tone serious, and while introducing, he had already entered the state himself.

Supreme but indescribable, any detailed definition is wrong…

How come it sounds a bit similar to the repentance in the City of Sin, where everyone doesn't know who the object is?

Although the gravedigger's words were a bit mystical, understanding similar things has always been Fu Qian's strength.

Silently comprehending the meaning, watching the gravedigger beside him quiet down, Fu Qian took a deep breath the next moment—but didn't empty his mind.

The comparison between the true and false churches might be something that the gravedigger could easily think of.

But apart from that, there was actually something else that possessed this indefinable quality—the activated, infinitely sublimated ecstasy.

He had once seen it on the victims who had been implanted with the Seed of Ecstasy.

And besides never being satisfied with the current achievements, and always striving for further improvement, what else had he learned from them?

Desire at its peak is purity?

Not only did he not follow the gravedigger's advice, Fu Qian even actively imitated the Ecstasy victims he had seen before, embodying all kinds of desires in one go.

And combining the results of previous investigations, that is, the essence of layered ecstasy, he continued to cultivate a new variety of "Restraint of Restraint" from the rampant desires, layering it all the way down.

Brother Gravedigger thinks that church prayer doesn't work, maybe he's putting his effort in the wrong direction.

Elysium may not be the ultimate purity, but so complex that he can't distinguish it, like a matryoshka doll with a hundred layers of ecstasy.

But what if his judgment is wrong—then it's wrong.

A prayer technique that has been explored for many years, and the success rate is still not high, there is really no need to follow it.

First of all, Fu Qian has always rejected the lazy mentality of the son of destiny, fantasizing that he can ignore the probability of success by doing the same thing.

Even if he does it, and even if he really succeeds, will he dare to accept it then?

There is always a pair of eyes staring at the top of his head, how big would his heart have to be to think that there is no trick in it when this abnormality appears?

… …

Is this "Elysium"?

The White Head Church was silent, only filled with devout prayers and Fu Qian's rich imagination.

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

It's like a symbol in his brain matched the lottery numbers.

Without him having to work hard anymore, certain things surged wildly, quickly permeating every nerve synapse.

Thirty-three.

Even if his brain was about to be drained, Fu Qian could still clearly count that the ecstasy in his mind was now layered to the thirty-third level.

There was no doubt that it was already completely unrecognizable, and the content was beyond the description of language.

But precisely this point was somewhat similar to the things that emerged.

Just saying that "Elysium" is not necessarily the ultimate purity…

At that moment, Fu Qian was very satisfied.

Of course, this emotion was limited to the deduction, because his will at this moment could no longer accommodate other feelings.

Under that indescribable Elysium, the ecstasy he had manifested to the thirty-third level earlier had been instantly crushed to nothing.

No wonder the gravediggers worship "Elysium" so much.

And after satisfaction came sighs.

Although he is currently in a mortal form, Fu Qian has undergone repeated hot and cold tempering, and his will, which was once so high that he dared not return to the real world, is still not at the same level as mortals.

As a result, facing this surging "Elysium", he was still struggling to cope.

It was a very special feeling, like putting all the good things in the world in front of you, kneading them into notes, and finally gathering them into a song that echoed.

And the pleasure tasted in it already comes from a higher level of melody, and is no longer related to worldly beauty.

It should be the Elysium mentioned by Brother Gravedigger.

To be fair, although the understanding is problematic, the description is still quite vivid.

And with his route correct, the brainstorming effect is quite good.

What he did just now was very simple, he went the other way and forcibly imagined multi-level ecstasy in his mind, and finally induced resonance through one of them.

But now there is another problem, "Elysium" is here, what should I do next?