Not bad.
Amid the long-missed, pleasant notification, Fu Qian's hand didn't tremble in the slightest as he toyed with the Golden Gourd Hammer, pulling it out of the shattered skull.
Too bad he didn't have much strength left to wipe it clean.
The bloodstains on the golden gourd—the essence that this creature had relied on to survive—each reflected a vortex of endless desire in Fu Qian's eyes.
With that final blow, the delight in his mind had erupted completely.
The hired muscle had been killed instead, and Your Excellency Stomach was clearly furious.
The delight had built layer upon layer, then surged under an even more violent burst of turbocharging. Its nature was now hard to describe—but hard to describe didn't mean impossible to describe.
It was like dumpling filling chopped so fine that its original ingredients were unrecognizable. Given enough patience and effort, one could still decipher it layer by layer.
Form is emptiness, emptiness is form... Whether it was the Ancient One, who had explored the Realm of Ultimate Bliss for years, or the straightforward Higher Being, Your Excellency Stomach, neither had grasped the essence of this saying.
What Fu Qian had just done was simple: amid a mind full of ecstasy, he had forcibly imagined a truly "blank delight."
The true apex of negation after negation: abandoning all symbols that might define or describe it, and letting the concept of delight reflect directly upon itself.
It sounded abstract, and it wasn't easy to put into practice. Even thinking of it suggested that something was wrong with you—unless you'd already had some inspiration.
When Fu Qian had been on a mission in Akons, Xilaliya's approach to treatment had been described in detail in the mission briefing—
[...Trying to fit a collection of impulses and desires into a symbolized