"Come, take a rest. .
Father Miro waved his hand and looked at his feet. A few new buds appeared beneath his feet. One was the strongest, while the others were younger. The new buds quickly grew leaves and grew. The strongest one grew to the priest's waist and stopped pulling up. Instead, it coiled into a circular crown. Then the branches and leaves fell to form a wooden table. The other green buds grew to the priest's knees, forming wooden stools. The priest sat down on one of the wooden stools. His hand brushed past the wooden table, and a few buds rose from the old room, spiraling into a cup shape. The priest placed the apple on the rim of the cup. The apple turned into juice and fell into the cup. The fragrance assailed his nose.
Allen walked over and witnessed all of this. He felt that the priest seemed to have a deeper meaning behind his actions.
The priest didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, and Allen wasn't in a hurry either. He knew that the flow of time in the world of consciousness was very different from the flow of time in the physical world. Previously, when Miro had used the White Emperor Sword to hone his will, he had stayed in the priest's spiritual world for a year, and only five days had passed in the physical world. Therefore, even if he stayed here for an entire day, it would only be a second or two in the physical world.
He sat down on a wooden stool.
The priest moved one of the glasses filled with juice to Allen. Allen knew that whether it was the juice in the glass, the wooden cup, the tables and chairs, or even the world, they were not made of matter. This was a form determined by the priest. To put it bluntly, everything was what Miro thought. However, a person's perception of things was largely determined by the brain. The data collected through the five senses was processed by the brain to form cognition. Therefore, at this moment, whether it was material or not was no longer important. What was important was that Miro hoped it was a glass of juice, and Allen felt that it was a glass of juice. Even the taste and texture of drinking it were the same as real juice.
This was the power of will.
"The Gate of Flames is a space connected to Eboynes. The illusory consciousness passes through this space and becomes a creature of flesh and blood when it leaves the gate. The flames in the door are the obstacles that prevent life in the material world from heading to Eboynes. At the same time, it is also the energy that the residents of that world need to enter the material world. "Miro drank a mouthful of juice and licked his lips." It's still a little astringent. "
Allen also took a sip, put down the cup, and said, "I've already left the Blood Path, and I'm no longer related to Eboynes. That's why Herthus sent me into the door. He wanted to use the terrifying flames and energy inside to completely destroy me. "
"In theory, this is completely possible. If you lose contact with Eboynes, you will be burned to ashes by the flames within the door. However, Herthus neglected one point. Your Origin Energy is the Void Secret Flame. It can be said that you are very close to fire. "
Allen shook his head. "Even so, it's useless. The flames inside the door aren't a type of Void Origin Energy. I can't resist them at all, let alone absorb them. What I can do now is to use the secret flames to build a line of defense. Once this line of defense collapses, my body and even my will will will be burned to ashes by those flames. I'm afraid only Origin Tools can remain intact in such flames. "
"The Devil's Praise isn't a substance of this universe. The laws of this universe aren't applicable to it. It's not surprising that the flames inside the door can't destroy it," Miro explained.
Allen smiled bitterly, "But it's easy to destroy me."
"I want to ask you a question." Miro raised his head and smiled, "Why are you resisting it?"
Allen frowned. This question was not obvious. If he didn't resist that power, he would have been burned to ashes. However, Miro wouldn't ask the obvious. Thinking back to the nature of the world of consciousness that Miro had shown in front of him, Allen vaguely touched something, but it was too vague and unclear.
Miro raised his head and looked at the vast sky. "The reason why Paragons are Paragons is because they can make rules for other lives. If you want to become a Paragon, you have to make your own rules. Don't you think this is very similar to the world of consciousness? "
Allen's entire body trembled.
Miro was right. In the world of consciousness, the rules of the material world weren't suitable here. In this spiritual world, only willpower was the foundation of everything. However, the material world was different from the world of consciousness. After all, the world of consciousness was the heart of a person. It could be said that you were the master of this world, so you could naturally set the rules for this world at will. However, in the material world, humans were only one component. If the entire universe was regarded as a complete life, then humans were probably not even bacteria in it.
Imagine how a bacterium could make its own rules in a living body.
Unless the bacterium could surpass the living body.
But would that bacterium still be a bacterium?
Allen thought about it until his head hurt.
Miro laughed, "It's not as complicated as you think. Becoming a Paragon doesn't mean that you have to transform into an omnipotent Creator. One must know that from the entire universe to the smallest sand and stone, everything itself represents almost endless rules. The sun rises and the moon sets, the flowers bloom and wither, and the rules are reflected in everything. They are the foundation and the essence. "
"Even a Paragon can't create infinite rules. Even the rules they create must be based on the rules contained in this universe. "Miro raised a finger and said," Finally, and most importantly. The rules created by a Paragon will not come out of thin air. The rules they create must be some kind of power that they are closest to. "
Allen was shocked again and cried out, "You mean, if I want to create rules, I have to find them from some kind of power that I'm closest to? Without a doubt, the power I'm closest to is fire. That was why the flames in the door weren't a danger to me, but an opportunity. An opportunity for me to become a Paragon? "
"You're not too stupid after all." Miro smiled and said, "Get lost if you figure it out. That's right, go to the flames inside the door to find your rules. Try to accept them, communicate with them, and then use them for you. When you do this, you will be a Paragon. "
Allen stood up and nodded, "I can only gamble now. Even if I don't do this, with my strength, I can only last a moment longer in that door."
"I hope we can meet again." Allen's figure gradually disappeared. When he completely disappeared, he had already left Miro's world of consciousness and returned to his body inside the Gate of Flames.
Miro smiled and picked up a cup. "He's gone. How long are you going to hide?"
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