Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1946: Chapter 1941: Mathematical Bliss (Part 2)

"No matter how many times I see this scene, it never gets old."

It turns out that the renown of the Rebirth Club hasn’t yet reached Paradise.

While there was no particular reaction to the name Lu Ming, the audience was evidently satisfied with Fu Qian’s reaction, especially the blond man who helped open the coffin for him.

"You can call me Gordo."

In a tone of admiration, he even happily introduced himself.

"Alright, Gordo."

Without commenting on the name, Fu Qian was more curious about everyone’s attitude.

Seemingly trying hard to compose himself, Fu Qian finally could not hide his shock, which seemed to please the crowd.

Though not particularly friendly, it was somewhat understandable.

Just the idea mentioned about the hundred years was enough to provoke many thoughts.

Considering the diverse array of costumes among the audience, one could imagine a scene of people from different eras waking up in this "Paradise" and gathering together, much like his current situation.

And the spectators might watch with a mindset similar to witnessing a newborn’s first glimpse of the world, not wanting to miss that moment of shock and wonder.

Of course, the hand-covering-face gesture just now definitely wasn’t out of surprise.

After all, how could one simply choose a name randomly?

Since there was no mirror around, it was merely a brief attempt to confirm his current appearance with such an action.

It might not have been completely realistic, but as an expert in flesh and blood who must have performed numerous operations, coming to a general conclusion was not a problem.

It turned out it was neither his original face nor Old Master Lu’s, but a completely unfamiliar one.

Additionally, it wasn’t exactly as Gordo had mentioned, being a "young man."

"So there really is an afterlife? Heaven and Hell?"

While pondering this, Fu Qian didn’t mind carrying on the role he was supposed to play, letting everyone continue their joy.

"I don’t know about Hell, but calling this place Heaven is certainly accurate."

This time, it wasn’t Brother Gordo who responded. Instead, it was a mature woman, plump in figure, and unashamed to display this fact.

Her long reddish-brown hair draped down to her ribs, arguably the most effective cover on her body.

She wasn’t bare, with a robe tied around her body extending down to her shins.

The only issue was that this silky, exquisite attire, unlike anything from the human world, was overly transparent.

With bright light scattered everywhere, at a glance, it was practically no different from being unclothed, revealing every detail.

And as Fu Qian turned to look upon hearing the voice, she seemed utterly untroubled by it, even becoming more graceful for a moment.

"Savor this moment, young man, for this joy is the one thing you can’t find here again."

...

There’s quite some sense in that.

In the full anxiety of death, sinking into a sleep of unknown duration and uncertain waking.

It’s already a fear transcending instinct, and regardless of what is said, Fu Qian felt very few could resist it, especially as the final moment approached, surging even more.

And once consciousness is regained, the delight of completely severing from darkness is unparalleled, worthy of sharing with anyone.

But calling you a young man, isn’t that a bit impolite?

At least in terms of appearance, this one looks younger than Brother Gordo.

"I haven’t heard such a term in a long time. Are people’s ages counted from their entry here? So am I younger than everyone?"

Testing his legs, Fu Qian propped himself up and stood, asking with a bit of curiosity.

In fact, even as he spoke, seemingly to prove his experience and cultivation, he forcibly suppressed the excitement of enjoying extreme bliss.

"Firstly, that’s not the case. We all remember the age at which we arrived here."

Apparently a bit surprised by Fu Qian’s behavior, the robe woman carefully considered her words before responding while looking at him.

"But you’re right about the latter part. The reason you’re called a young man is because only those coming here for the first time would emerge in a necropolis."

...

Oh? That statement carried a lot of information.

Pondering the notion of "first time," Fu Qian walked step by step under everyone’s gaze, observing his surroundings.

Indeed, it was a wordless monument, and indeed, it was a necropolis.

The view was filled with densely packed, various-colored gravestones, almost reaching no end.

Even so, there was no sense of eeriness at all.

Making people feel as if their inner gloom was quickly evaporating under the radiant light, transforming this place into a setting full of vitality.

And the source of this light, the sky overhead, appeared transparently clear as if glass-like, seeming to reflect everything visible, truly describable only by the term Pure Land.

Furthermore, though it looked so beautiful, the entire sky was devoid of a sun.

What a wondrous place.

Having been to a place resembling Hell once, Fu Qian had made many associations with such concepts long ago.

Seeing it today, Heaven’s aesthetic is undeniably classic.

Besides, on that glass-colored skyline, a cluster of dense houses could be vaguely seen.

Not extraordinary constructions but rather resembling a human town, matching well with this vast necropolis.

According to the robe woman’s explanation, those coming to Paradise for the first time emerged from coffins, coinciding with his situation, clearly implying that some aren’t here for the first time.

Where did they come from, then? That’s an interesting question indeed.

"Reincarnation, every person before you has at least reincarnated once."

Seemingly fully understanding Fu Qian’s confusion, Gordo explained with a smile next to him, even pointing at his own chest.

"Everything is just the beginning, it’s eternal, not your form upon entering, but yourself."

"Paradise is far from mortals’ shallow imaginations."

...

So that’s how it is, "Eternal Peace" doesn’t mean the eternality of one’s state.

With self-awareness continually inherited here, is it possible people in "Heaven" also comprehend the notion of life and death, thus entering new reincarnations?

With a hunch faintly confirmed, Fu Qian momentarily found this new concept unusually intriguing.

"Looks like you’re adapting well, the welcoming ceremony can end now."

Seeming quite satisfied with Fu Qian’s reaction, Gordo looked up at the sky, light reflecting, even making the facial hairs appear clean and translucent.

"So, whom would you like to lead you to your destination? Trust me, they all would be willing to do so."

Oh?

The lack of formalities truly aligns with Fu Qian’s liking.

"This is my path of cultivation."

However, before he could respond, the robe woman extended a hand, her guidance warm yet solemn.

"Don’t worry, I am not like the women in the town; there’s no cost involved."

Hmm... Doesn’t this Pure Land seem a bit off?