"Where does God come from?" Saladin blurted out: "Night invades day, and day invades night. Allah is the Creator of heaven and earth..."
Before he could finish speaking, Throatbone interrupted Saladin: "You and I both know that the scriptures are just documents written by later believers who feared the gods; what I want to ask is, if God created all things, then
What exactly created God?”
Saladin said: "God is the original, He was born from nothing."
Throatbone denied: "The god you are talking about is a being with will. If he is born from nothing, then where does his will come from? Only a subject with will can create products with will. Will never
They didn’t appear out of thin air.”
Saladin was a little surprised: "You have introduced the theory of the origin of will here. At least you are listening to my class."
Throatbone lowered his head: "I said before, for me, you are an excellent teacher."
Saladin said: "I have never recognized you as my disciple."
Throat Bone did not dwell too much on this matter, and instead asked: "If the theory of the origin of will is true, then who gave the original god its will?"
Saladin looked into the eyes of Throat Bone: "Tell me, what do you think?"
Throat Bone moved the chair forward: "You and I both 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 strange circle, which comes first, the chicken or the egg?"
Throatbone shook his head and said: "Which came first, the chicken or the egg? This conclusion is not important. The key is that chickens can lay eggs, and eggs can become chickens. If God is a creature, then the God who created God may also be a creature.
, from this it follows that created things can become gods or create gods.”
Saladin was a little confused at first, but soon he understood: "In a big circle, what you really want to say is that humans can become gods and create gods."
Throatbone said: "Do you remember that we used to discuss whether humans can become gods, and the answer you gave me at that time was that it was impossible. You told me that humans are like clay. Whether it is added with water, heated or cooled, its essence
After all, it is still clay and can never become a god."
Saladin nodded and said: "Yes, human beings are born with imperfections in both thinking and physiology. He cannot be as powerful as a god. No matter how much power he grabs, he cannot change the nature of human beings."
Throatbone said: "It is true that human beings are imperfect. However, I think there are ways to make up for this imperfection."
"make up?"
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 undue desires, love, family affection, greed in the human body..."
Saladin looked at the white bones of his throat and said, "You may have already accomplished this."
Throatbone shook his head slightly: "I have only accomplished half of it. Although my current body has abandoned physical desires, it is still too weak and cannot accommodate the existence of more power. Sooner or later, I will find
Get a suitable body and completely change yourself.”
Saladin didn't believe it: "A suitable body?"
Throat Bone said to him: "You and I have both seen that body, that is the best carrier of power."
After a little recall, Saladin suddenly remembered what the other party was referring to.
The dragon that destroyed an entire army at Lone Rock.
"Having a suitable body is only the first step. Next, I must try to fuse my soul to continuously enhance my thinking."
"Fusion soul?"
Throat Bone opened his palm, and tens of thousands of light blue particles kept rolling in his palm.
"In my body, there are thousands of human souls, and I am trying to fuse them bit by bit, merging them with my soul."
Throatbone's words sent a chill down Saladin's spine.
"Soul fusion? You mean you are devouring the souls of these people?"
Throatbone shook his head and said: "The word "devour" is not accurate. When I merged with the souls of these people, their experience, knowledge and thinking gradually merged with mine. Although my consciousness still exists as the main consciousness,
The souls of these people continue to enhance the intensity and depth of my thinking."
"How to describe this feeling... It's like a child who was originally ignorant was suddenly exposed to a large amount of knowledge, making him mature and smart in an instant."
Throat Bone lowered his head and looked at the light blue light particles emanating from his body: "What's more important is that I can feel that the power of the soul in my body is growing day by day. I can sense that I am moving towards a more complete and powerful state."
The evolutionary body is moving forward, and I think that is the direction to become a god."
Saladin struggled to sit up from the bed, looked at the light blue light emitting from the throat bone, and said in a deep voice: "I think this is a dangerous direction."
"The road from human to god has never been an easy road. I know there will be risks, but I must bear this risk."
Saladin was silent for a moment, then said: "Is becoming a god really so important to you?"
"Ants look up at the sky, but they never think that they are in a bottle of sand." The throat bone voice is full of determination: "I hope to be the first ant to step out of the bottle and see the world outside.
.”
Saladin looked at his throat and suddenly smiled: "You are no longer the guy I knew at the beginning."
The throat bone slightly opened the mandible, a chuckle came from the mouth, and the deep eye sockets burned with light blue flames: "I have regarded you as my teacher from beginning to end."
Saladin lay down again: "Once again, I have never admitted to accepting you as a disciple..."
Throatbone asked: "I want to ask you again, are you willing to set foot on that road with me to see where the end of the world is?"
Saladin shook his head: "I have nothing more to teach you...and I am too tired and no longer have the energy to intervene in this world. For me, deep sleep is the best destination."
Throat Bone looked at Saladin with a withered face and said no more.
He quietly put the human skin mask on his head, stood up from the chair, walked to the door of the bedroom, turned around and saluted as a disciple in the direction of Saladin, and then left without looking back.