"Where does God come from?" Saladin blurted out: "The night invades the day, and the day invades the night, and Allah is the Creator of the heaven and earth..."

Before he could finish his words, Saladin's throat interrupted: "You and I know that the scriptures were just documents written by later believers who feared God; what I want to ask is, if God created all things, then what created God?"

Saladin said, "Allah is from the beginning, and he was born from nothing."

The throat bone denies: "The God in your mouth is a being with will. If he was born from nothing, then where does his will come from? A subject with will can create a product of will. Will never appear out of thin air."

Saladin was a little surprised: "You have substituted the origin of will into this, and you are at least listening to the lessons I have taken."

The throat lowered his head: "I said before that to me, you are an excellent teacher."

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

The throat bone did not get too entangled in this matter, and instead asked, "If the origin of will is true, then who gave it to the original God?"

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

The throat moved the chair forward a little: "You and I know that the origin of this world is Jingsu, which created God, and God created us."

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

Saladin whispered: "Your thinking can easily lead you into a vicious circle, is there a chicken or an egg first?"

The throat shaking his head and said, "The conclusion is not important if there is a chicken first or an egg first. The key is that the chicken can lay eggs, and the egg can become a chicken. If God is a creation, then the God who created God may also be a creation. From this, it is inferred that the Creator can become a God or a God."

Saladin was a little confused at first, but soon he understood: "After going around a big circle, what you really want to say is that people can become Gods or create Gods."

"You still remember that we have discussed whether humans can become gods in the past. The answer you gave me at that time was impossible. You tell me that humans are like clay. Whether it is adding water, heating or cooling, their essence is clay after all, and they will never be able to become gods."

Saladin nodded and said, "That's right, human beings are born incomplete in their thinking and physiology. They cannot be as powerful as gods. Even if they grab more power, they cannot change the essence of human beings."

"It's true that humans are incomplete, but I think there is a way to make up for this incompleteness."

"make up?"

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

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

The throat shaking his head gently: "I have only done half of it. Although my body has abandoned the desire of the body, it is still too weak and has no way to accommodate more power. Sooner or later, I will find a suitable body to completely change myself."

Saladin was a little unbelievable: "A suitable body?"

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

After a little recollection, Salading suddenly remembered what the other party pointed.

The dragon that destroyed the entire army in Guyan City.

“Having a suitable body is just the first step, and then I have to try to integrate my soul to continuously strengthen my mind.”

“Fused soul?”

The throat bone opened its palm, and tens of thousands of light blue particles kept rolling in the palm of the palm.

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

The words of the throat caused a cool air to rise on Saladin's spine.

"Fused souls? Do you mean you are devouring the souls of these people?"

Throat bone shook his head and said, "The word devouring is inaccurate. When I merged with the souls of these people, their experience, knowledge and thinking gradually became one 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...it's like an ignorant child who suddenly came into contact with a lot of knowledge, instantly making him mature and intelligent."

The throat lowered his head and looked at the light blue light particles emitted from his body: "More importantly, I can feel the soul power in my body is growing day by day. I can sense that I am moving towards a more complete and powerful evolution. I think that is the direction to become a god."

Saladin struggled to sit up from the bed, looked at the light blue light emitted from his throat, and said in a deep voice: "I think this is a dangerous direction."

"The path from human beings to gods has never been an easy path. I know there will be risks, but I have to bear this risk."

Saladin was silent for a moment and continued, “Being a god is really so important to you?”

"The ants looked up at the sky, but never thought of being in a bottle of sand." The voice of the throat was full of firmness: "I hope to be the first ants to walk out of the bottle and see the world outside."

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

The throat bone was slightly opened, and the jaw bone was chuckling from his mouth, and a light blue flame burned in his deep eye sockets: "I treat you as my teacher from beginning to end."

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

The throat asked, "I want to ask you again, would you like to walk along that road with me and see where the end of the world is?"

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

The throat looked at Saladin with a haggard face and didn't say anything more.

He quietly put the human skin mask on his head, stood up from the chair, walked to the bedroom door, turned around and gave a disciple's greeting in the direction of Saladin, and then left without looking back.
Chapter completed!