Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1972: Chapter 1967: Mathematical Bliss (28)

The Tomb Guardian brother indeed spoke truthfully; the local customs are truly different.

Although surprised by the suggestion, the former still displayed the open-mindedness of someone disembarking, leading the way without questioning the purpose.

And as they went deeper in, Fu Qian noted that indeed they no longer encountered roadside bandits or such offerings of the flesh.

Even the expressions on the faces of passersby no longer bore that anxious appearance; most, like the Tomb Guardian, seemed more like normal people at peace with time.

Of course, the population density was much smaller, and the bustling chaos of Sin City was no more.

The luminous glass reflected all around, the magnificent golden-white buildings, yet hardly anyone was encountered along the way.

No wonder it’s hard to form a community; for those who love excitement, if they don’t find some kind of fun, this Paradise might feel a bit torturously lonely.

"To be honest, isn’t this place a bit too deserted?"

Not understanding, Fu Qian immediately consulted the Tomb Guardian.

Though he learned along the way that this title was not quite appropriate.

The population here was too sparse to assign a dedicated Tomb Guardian, so this one served as a volunteer who occasionally visited.

Today happened to be such a visit, and he casually closed his own coffin lid.

It can only be said that the backing power behind is truly formidable.

Given that neither had exchanged names until now, Fu Qian decided to continue using this title.

"It’s no use; someone who’s experienced death once finds it extremely difficult to embrace darkness again.

"Some in the grave have been asleep for a very long time... After I arrived here, I tried various ways to reach them, but in the end, it seems the Lotus is the only form of enlightenment."

With a sigh, the Tomb Guardian did not continue to disdain the people from Sin City, and even felt inclined to defend them.

"Understood, but in this case, compared to that fake City of Bliss, to be honest, I can’t see too many advantages?"

Fu Qian did not doubt the Tomb Guardian’s past efforts but followed up with direct words.

Other than being real, staying here doesn’t seem very joyful?

"Of course it’s different, that’s because you haven’t touched true bliss yet... What do you think she’s doing?"

A bit thrown off, the Tomb Guardian pointed to a distant figure sitting peacefully.

...

"Isn’t she sunbathing? Though there’s no sun."

The Tomb Guardian’s words clearly hinted at something more.

Fu Qian glanced over, observing a simply dressed elderly lady.

"Wrong, she is feeling bliss."

The Tomb Guardian shook his head.

"’Bliss’ is actually a defined term?"

Fu Qian expressed shock in response.

"Of course it is, but I have no way to describe it."

For the first time, removing his white hood, the Tomb Guardian’s dark skin bathed in the luminous glass, showing an expression of ecstasy.

"In summary, it is a pure, untainted, ultimate joy, describing it with any words is a distortion; without direct experience, it can never be imagined."

It seems the more he talks about it, the more mystical it becomes.

"So how can I experience it?"

Seeing nothing overly extraordinary on the old lady’s face, Fu Qian finally turned his gaze back.

"’How’ shouldn’t even be associated with it, at least in my opinion there’s no method; it just appears suddenly, transcending anything you have experienced, making you involuntarily intoxicated..."

The Tomb Guardian had already stopped, seemingly losing himself merely reminiscing about bliss.

"Of course, some people don’t feel this way, so they pray in churches, though I don’t think it helps.

"In this sense, you may have a connection with bliss, since you surprisingly wanted to come to the chapel right away."

Luckily, he eventually answered the question, even giving Fu Qian a bit of credit.

"Originally just wanted to see what the difference was, but after you mentioned it, I’m indeed more curious."

Fu Qian did not take pride in this.

"Don’t worry, you’ll soon satisfy your curiosity; just pass through here and you’ll reach it."

The Tomb Guardian, still smiling, gestured forward.

"I hope you won’t be disappointed."

...

Truly not disappointed.

The Tomb Guardian brother’s directions were spot-on, and soon the two stood before a unique small chapel.

Looking at the familiar design, Fu Qian sighed inwardly even before stepping in.

Not because Sin City had copied it too well, but because compared to it, this chapel had more to offer.

It was an almost circular emblem, formed by slender, finger-like lines.

The Finger Ball, an Extraordinary Item involving "ecstasy," researched by Academy Professors in collaboration with the Night Watchman.

And differing slightly in tone from the small chapel in Sin City, this structure was entirely snow-white...

Choosing this as the first stop was intentional.

During the initial visit to the small chapel, there was some regret that the chapel in the "City of Bliss" wasn’t the White Head Holy Church.

Upon learning it was only a virtual projection of some prototype, how could one not come for a proper viewing?

The facts proved that the original was indeed a white church with the Finger Ball emblem.

Without stepping inside, from this position, one could see the interior was quite different from the chapel in Sin City, that vaguely familiar long table...

Persistence finally paid off, and he found the White Head Holy Church before the Night Watchman?

Even though it appeared in Paradise quite appropriately, the underlying meaning was evidently significant.

At the very least, the danger level of this mission needs to be adjusted upward.

"How about it? It’s open all day; stay as long as you like."

At this moment, the Tomb Guardian had proactively inquired about the experience.

"Not disappointed at all."

From Fu Qian’s face, nothing could be discerned, but with a slight nod, he continued forward into the White Head Holy Church.

...

Long tables, chairs, sacred platforms, emblems... and the ever-present, silk-like curtains hanging from above.

The arrangement was indeed identical to the place he once deemed to have huge commercial potential.

And more forgiving than expected, it showed no hostile response to someone who once blasted its projection to pieces.

"So, whose church is this?"

Without turning around, Fu Qian already knew the Tomb Guardian had followed him in.

"Is there a need to ask? Of course, it symbolizes pure bliss."

The Tomb Guardian sounded puzzled.

"It’s never been any Divine Being’s church; it has always been here for thousands of years."