"Where does God come from?" Saladin blurted out, "Night invades day, and day invades night; God is the Creator of heaven and earth..."
Before he could finish speaking, the throat bone interrupted Saladin: "You and I both know that the scriptures are merely documents written by later believers in reverence for God; what I want to ask is, if God created all things, then what created God?"
Saladin said, “God is the origin, He was born from nothing.”
The throat bone denied it, saying, "The god you speak of is a being with will. If he was born from nothing, then where does his will come from? Only a subject with will can create a product with will. Will never appears out of thin air."
Saladin was somewhat surprised: "You've brought the doctrine of the origin of will here; at least you've been listening to my lectures."
Adam's apple lowered its head: "As I said before, you are an excellent teacher to me."
Saladin said, "I have never acknowledged you as my disciple."
Throat Bone didn't dwell on the matter further, instead asking, "If the theory of the origin of will is true, then who bestowed the will upon the first god?"
Saladin looked into the throat bone's eyes: "Tell me, what are you thinking?"
Throat Bone moved the chair forward a little: "You and I both know that the origin of this world is Crystal Star, which created God, and God created us."
"But I've been wondering, could Crystal be the first god in this world? Is it possible that it was also a creation?"
Saladin said in a low voice, "Your thinking easily leads you into a vicious cycle, like the chicken or the egg dilemma?"
The man with the throat bone shook his head and said, "Which came first, the chicken or the egg, is not important. The key is that a chicken can lay an egg, and an egg can become a chicken. If God is a creation, then the God who created God may also be a creation. Therefore, a creation can become a God, and it can also create a God."
Saladin was initially confused, but he quickly understood: "After going around in circles, what you really want to say is that humans can become gods, and they can also create gods."
The throat bone said, "Do you remember when we discussed whether humans could become gods? Your answer to me then was no. You told me that humans are like clay; no matter how much water you add, how much heat you bring, or how much you cool it, their essence is still clay, and they can never become gods."
Saladin nodded and said, "That's right. Humans are inherently flawed, both in their thinking and physiology. They cannot be as powerful as gods. No matter how much power they acquire, they cannot change the essence of humanity."
The throat bone said, “Humans are incomplete, that’s true. But I believe there are ways to make up for that incompleteness.”
"make up?"
The man raised his hand and twitched his knuckles: "First, I need to abandon the human body. Because the human body contains too many desires that shouldn't exist—love, kinship, greed..."
Saladin looked at the stark white bone of the throat and said, "You may have already accomplished that."
The throat bone gently shook its head: "I've only done half of it. Although my body has already abandoned physical desires, it's still too weak to accommodate more power. Sooner or later, I will find a suitable body to completely change myself."
Saladin was somewhat skeptical: "A suitable body?"
The throat bone said to him, "You and I have both seen that body; that is the best vessel for power."
After a moment's recollection, Saladin immediately remembered what the other person meant.
The dragon that destroyed the entire army in Lone Rock.
"Having a suitable body is only the first step. Next, I must try to merge with the soul to continuously enhance my mind."
"Soul fusion?"
He opened his palm, and tens of thousands of pale blue particles rolled around in his palm.
“There are thousands of human souls inside me, and I am trying to merge them little by little, to integrate them with my soul.”
The words about the throat bone sent a chill down Saladin's spine.
"Soul fusion? You mean you're devouring these people's souls?"
The throat bone shook its head and said, "The word 'devour' is inaccurate. When I merge with the souls of these people, their experience, knowledge, and thoughts gradually become one with me. Although my consciousness still exists as the main consciousness, the souls of these people are constantly enhancing the strength and depth of my thinking."
"How to describe this feeling... It's like a clueless child suddenly being exposed to a lot of knowledge, which makes him mature and wise in an instant."
Gougu lowered his head and looked at the pale blue light particles emanating from his body: "More importantly, I can feel the soul power within me growing day by day. I can sense that I am moving towards a more complete and powerful evolutionary form, and I feel that is the direction to becoming a god."
Saladin struggled to sit up in bed, looking at the pale blue light emanating from his throat bone, and said in a deep voice, "I think this is a dangerous direction."
"The path from human to god has never been an easy one. I know there are risks involved, but I must take them."
Saladin was silent for a moment, then said, "Is becoming a god really that important to you?"
"The ants look up at the sky, but never think that they are in a bottle of sand." The voice in the throat bone was full of determination: "I hope to be the first ant to step out of the bottle and see the world outside."
Saladin looked at the Adam's apple and suddenly laughed: "You are no longer the guy I knew at the beginning."
His Adam's apple shrugged slightly, and a soft laugh escaped his lips. A pale blue flame burned in his deep-set eyes: "From beginning to end, I have always regarded you as my teacher."
Saladin lay back down: "I'll say it again, I've never acknowledged you as a disciple..."
The throat bone asked, "I want to ask you one more time: are you willing to come with me on that road and see where the end of the world really is?"
Saladin shook his head: "I have nothing more to teach you... and I myself am too tired to intervene in this world anymore. For me, slumber is the best end."
Looking at Saladin's gaunt face, the man with the throat bone said nothing more.
He quietly put the human skin mask on his head, stood up from the chair, walked to the bedroom door, turned back and bowed to Saladin in a disciple's salute, then left without looking back.
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