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Father Miro beckoned, then looked to his feet. Several new shoots sprouted at the feet, one of the strongest, the others younger. Soon the sprouts foliated and grew, and the strongest one reached the priest's waist, and then it was no longer raised high, but coiled in a round crown. The branches and leaves then fall to form a wooden table. The other green shoots reached the priest's knees, forming wooden piers, one of which the priest sat down. Hands brushed over the wooden table, and a few branches and buds rose from the old room, circling into a cup. The priest put the apple in the cup, and the apple turned into juice and fell into the cup, which was fragrant.

Alan walked over and witnessed all this, and felt that the priest seemed to have a deep meaning in doing so.

The priest didn't seem in a hurry, and neither did Alan. He knew that in the world of consciousness, there was a big difference between the flow of time and the material world. When Miro had sharpened his spirit with the White Emperor Sword, he had been in the priest's spiritual world for a year, and only five days had passed in the material realm. So even if he stayed here for a whole day, it would only take him a second or two in the material world.

He sat down on a wooden pier.

The priest moved one of the cups filled with juice to Allen, who knew that neither the juice in the cup, nor the wooden cup, nor the table and chair, nor even the world were made of matter. It's a form determined by the priest, and to put it bluntly, everything is what Miró thinks. However, people's cognition of things is largely determined by the brain, and the data collected through the five senses is then processed by the brain to form cognition. So at this moment, it doesn't matter whether it is material or not, what matters is that Miro wants it to be a glass of juice, and Alan feels that it is a glass of juice. Even when you drink it, it is the same as real fruit juice in terms of texture and taste.

This is the power of will.

"The Flame Gate is a space connected to Ebonnes, through which ethereal consciousnesses pass through and become flesh-and-blood creatures when they exit through the gates. The flame in that gate is the obstacle that prevents life in the material realm from reaching Ebonnes, and it is also the energy that the inhabitants of that world need to enter the material realm. Miro took a sip of juice, licked his lips and said, "It's still a little astringent." ”

Alan also took a sip, put down the cup and said, "I have escaped the blood path, and I have nothing to do with Ebonnes at all. So Herthes sent me through the door in order to use the terrifying flames and energy inside the door to destroy me completely. ”

"Theoretically, it's completely achievable. If you don't have contact with Ebons, you'll be burned to ashes by the flames inside the door. But Yeters overlooked one point, your source power is the Void Secret Flame, so to speak, you are very close to the flame. ”

Alan shook his head: "Even if this is useless, the flame in that door is not a kind of Void Source Power, I can't resist it at all, let alone absorb it for my own use." All I can do now is build a line of defense with the Mystic Flame. Once this line of defense collapses, my ** and even my will will will be burned to ashes by that flame. I'm afraid, only the source device can be undamaged in that kind of flame. ”

"Demon Praise is not the substance of this universe, the rules of this universe do not apply to it, and it is not unusual for the flames inside the door to not destroy it." Miró explained.

Alan smiled wryly: "But it's easy to destroy me." ”

"I want to ask you a question." Miro looked up and smiled, "Why are you resisting it?" ”

Alan frowned, the question was not obvious. If he hadn't resisted that force, he would have been burned to ashes. But Miro didn't ask knowingly, and then thought of the essence of Miro's appearance of the world of consciousness in front of his eyes before, Alan vaguely felt something, but it was too vague and not clear.

Miro raised his head, looked at the vast sky and said, "The reason why the Supreme is the Supreme is because they are able to make rules for other beings. If you want to become supreme, you have to make your own rules, don't you think that's very similar to the world of consciousness? ”

Alan was shaken.

Miró is right that in the world of consciousness, the rules of the material world do not fit here. In this spiritual world, only the will is the root of everything. It's just that the material world is different from the world of consciousness, and the world of consciousness is, after all, the heart of a person, so it can be said that you are the master of this world, and you can naturally make rules for this world at will. But in the material world, man is only a component of it, and if the whole universe is regarded as a complete life, then man may not even be able to talk about bacteria in it.

Imagine how a bacterium can make its own rules in a living body.

Unless bacteria are able to live more than the living organism.

But is that a bacterium still a bacterium?

Alan thinks big.

Miro laughed: "It's not as complicated as your likeness, and to become a Supreme doesn't mean that you have to be an omnipotent creator. You must know that from the entire universe to a single sand and a stone, everything itself represents an almost infinite number of rules. The sun rises and the moon sets, the flowers bloom, and the rules are embodied in everything, which is the root and the essence. ”

"Even the Supreme cannot create infinite rules. And even the rules they create must be based on the rules contained in this universe. Miró held up a finger and said, "Finally, and most importantly." The rules created by the Supreme Beings will not come out of nowhere, and the rules they create must be some kind of power that they are closest to. ”

Alan shook again and lost his voice: "You mean, if I want to create rules, I have to look for them from some kind of power that is closest to me. Without a doubt, my closest strength is fire. So now the flames inside that gate are not only not a crisis for me, but an opportunity. An opportunity for me to become the Supreme? ”

"You're not too stupid." Miro smiled: "If you figure it out, get out." That's right, go to the flames inside the door and find your rules. Try to accept them, communicate them, and make them work for you. When you do that, you are the Supreme. ”

Alan stood up, nodded and said, "Now I can only gamble, even if I don't do this, I won't hold on to that gate for a moment with my strength." ”

"Hopefully we'll see each other again." Alan's figure gradually disappeared, and when he disappeared completely, he had already left Miro's consciousness world and returned to his body located inside the Flame Gate.

Miro smiled, picked up a cup and said, "He's gone, how long are you going to hide?" ”

As soon as the words fell, the eastern sky suddenly darkened. Vast expanses of dark clouds rolled in, and lightning flickered between them. The world there became extremely dark, and the darkness came as if it were substance, dividing the world equally with the blue sky and green fields where Miro was.