"Where did God come from?" Saladin blurted out, "Night invades the day, and day invades the night. God is the creator of heaven and earth..."

Without waiting for him to finish, the throat bone interrupted Saladin's words: "You and I know that the scriptures are nothing but essays written by later believers who fear the gods; what I want to ask is, if God created all things, then What exactly created God?"

　　 Saladin said: "God is from the beginning, he was born from nothing."

The throat bone denied: "The **** in your mouth is an existence with will. If he is born from nothing, where does his will come from? Only a subject with will can create a product with will. None of them appeared out of thin air."

　　 Saladin was a little surprised: "You have substituted the essence of the will here. At least you are listening to my class."

　　 Throat bone lowered his head: "I said before, for me, you are an excellent teacher."

　　 Saladin said: "I have never admitted you as an apprentice."

　　 The throat bone didn't get too entangled in this matter, and instead asked: "If the origin of the will is true, then who gave the will of the original god?"

　　 Saladin looked into the eyes of the throat bone: "Tell me, what do you think?"

　　 The throat bone moved the chair forward: "You and I all know that the origin of this world was the crystal lodging. It created God, and God created us."

　　 "But I have been thinking, is Jingsu the first **** in this world? Is it possible that it is also a creation?"

　　 Saladin whispered: "Your thinking can easily get you into a strange circle. Is there a chicken or an egg first?"

The throat bone shook his head and said, "This conclusion is not important. The key is that chickens can lay eggs, and eggs can become chickens. If God is a creation, then the God who created God may also be a creation. , From this inference, creation can become a god, and can also create a god."

　　 Saladin was a little confused at first, and soon he understood: "Walking around in a big circle, what you really want to say is that people can become gods, and they can also create gods."

The throat bone said: "Do you remember that we used to discuss whether humans can become gods, and the answer you gave me was impossible. You told me that humans are like clay. Whether it is adding water, heating or cooling, it is his essence. After all, it’s still clay, and it’s never possible to become a god."

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 Saladin nodded and said: "Yes, human beings are inherently incomplete, whether they are thinking or physiology. He cannot be as powerful as a god, even if No amount of power can be used to change the nature of mankind."

　　 Throat bone said: "Humans are mutilated, which is true. However, I think there is a way to make up for this incompleteness."

　　 "Make up?"

　　 The throat bone raised his hand and moved his finger bones: "First of all, I need to abandon the human body. Because there are too many undesirable desires in the human body, love, affection, greed..."

　　 Saladin looked at the dense white bones of the throat and said, "You may have done this."

The throat bone gently shook his head: "I only did half of it. Although my current body has abandoned the desire of the flesh, it is still too weak to accommodate the existence of more power. Sooner or later, I will look for it. Get a suitable body to completely change yourself."

　　 Saladin didn’t believe it: "The right body?"

　　 Throat bone said to him: "You and I have seen that body before, and that is the best carrier of strength."

　　 After a little recollection, Saladin suddenly remembered what the other party was pointing at.

　　 The dragon that destroyed the entire army in Guyan City.

　　 "Having the right body is only the first step. Then, I must try to merge my soul to continuously strengthen my thinking."

　　 "Fuse the soul?"

　　 Throat bone opened his palm, and tens of thousands of light blue particles kept tumbling in his palm.

　　 "In my body, there are thousands of human souls. I am trying to fuse them bit by bit, to fuse them with my soul."

　　 The words of the throat bone made Saladin's spine a cool air.

　　 "Fuse souls? You mean you are devouring the souls of these people?"

The throat bone shook his head and said: "The word swallow is not accurate. When I merge with the souls of these people, their experience, knowledge and thinking gradually merge with me. Although my consciousness still exists as the main consciousness, The souls of these people are constantly increasing the intensity and depth of my thinking."

　　 "How to describe this feeling...just like a child who was originally ignorant, suddenly exposed to a lot of knowledge, instantly made him mature and intelligent."

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 throat bone lowered his head and looked at the light blue light particles emitted from his body: "More importantly, I can feel the power of the soul in my body As it grows day by day, I can perceive that I am moving towards a more complete and powerful evolutionary body. I think that is the direction of becoming a god."

　　 Saladin struggled to sit up from the bed, looking at the light blue light emanating from the throat bone ~lightnovelpub.net~ said in a deep voice, "I think this is a dangerous direction."

　　 "The road from human beings to gods has never been an easy road. I know that there are risks, but I have to take this risk."

　　 Saladin was silent for a moment, and then said: "Being a **** is really so important to you?"

"The ants looked up at the sky, but never thought that they would be in a bottle of sand." The voice of the throat bone was full of firmness: "I hope to be the first one to go out of the bottle to see the world outside. ."

　　 Saladin looked at the throat bone, and suddenly smiled: "You are no longer the guy I knew at the beginning."

　　 Throat bones slightly opened their jawbone, and there was a chuckle in his mouth. A light blue flame was burning in the deep eye sockets: "I treat you as my teacher from beginning to end."

　　 Saladin lay down again: "Say it again, I never admitted to accepting you as a disciple..."

　　 throat bone asked: "I want to ask you again, would you like to follow me on that road to see where the end of the world is?"

　　 Saladin shook his head: "I have nothing to teach you anymore... and myself, I am too tired and no longer have the energy to intervene in this world. Sleep is the best destination for me."

　　 Throat bone looked at Saladin with a withered face, and didn't speak any more.

　　He quietly put the human leather mask on his head, got up from the chair, walked to the door of the bedroom, turned around and made a disciple salute in Saladin's direction, and then left without looking back.

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