The old man was right. If I could learn a few tricks, I wouldn't have to worry about my livelihood. It's not easy to live. I felt it deeply when I was alive. And those poor people, who can't even survive, how can they help others? And I am not a philanthropic person. The fate of most people is doomed at the moment of birth. Without opportunities and help, they can only live in obscurity, or die, or struggle to live. This is the law of the world. I am alone. Not to mention that I have no power, what's the use of the power to destroy the world? Can it make the world peaceful and happy? This is simply nonsense. Saving a country and people at every turn, doing good things without leaving a name, are all roles in the performance, in other words, they are all roles made up by nonsense. And who would be so selfless with a normal person's way of thinking? The answer is very certain, it must be no. So Zhao Yan hesitated for a moment and decided to worship this old guy as his teacher. Zhao Yan knelt on the ground with a plop, and this move obviously scared the old man. "Master." Then he kowtowed on the ground. This action frightened the old man, who was at a loss for words and just stood there. When Zhao Yan finished kowtowing and stood up again, the old man asked tentatively. "Hey, little guy, what are you doing? Doesn't it hurt when your head hits the ground?" Zhao Yan was stunned and suddenly felt that he had done something very embarrassing. So he laughed awkwardly a few times and said. "Ah, that one, it was like this when I became my disciple. Don't be surprised." The old man said "oh" and didn't say much. He just took out a key from his clothes, then walked to a wooden door and opened it with the key, then waved to Zhao Yan, indicating that he would go over. Zhao Yan came to the door, and a cold air current came from it. The old man walked in first, and waved his hand in the air, and three fireballs appeared out of thin air, illuminating the darkness at the door. Zhao Yan felt very magical when he saw this move. Although he knew that there was magic in this world, it was really magical that the flames that ignited out of thin air could float and burn without the help of combustibles.
The two walked down one after the other. After walking a hundred meters, the road in front of them began to flatten. What appeared was a somewhat damp cave, which seemed to be formed naturally. The walls were high and uneven, and there were many protruding sharp basalts at the feet. There was also the sound of dripping water coming from everywhere. Zhao Yan followed the old man and walked forward for a long time before he came to an open place. With the help of the light of the fire, a huge black crystal appeared in Zhao Yan's eyes. Zhao Yan had seen this crystal before. It was exactly the same as the crystal dug out from the body of the little ghost king. Thinking of the origin of such a crystal, the one in front of him was so huge, and it was conceivable that the monster that had this crystal could be imagined.
The old man looked around the crystal and didn't seem to find anything unusual, so he said to Zhao Yan. "Boy, put your hand on it and feel it." After saying that, he gave way to Zhao Yan. So Zhao Yan stretched out his right hand and put it on the crystal. He felt that the crystal seemed to be alive. When he touched it, he could feel a heartbeat. At this moment, a deep red light suddenly flashed in the crystal. It gradually stretched from the place where Zhao Yan touched it, just like a human vein. It soon spread throughout the crystal, and the feeling of heartbeat became more intense. The crystal also began to vibrate slightly, and Zhao Yan quickly withdrew his hand. Because he knew that if he continued, it seemed that something would come alive. The old man stood aside and stared at the crystal, watching the changes in the crystal. When the crystal flashed, he seemed to be very satisfied with the result. His face was full of smiles, and he said to himself. "Sure enough, I really picked up a treasure this time. Haha." After saying that, he laughed loudly, not to mention the excitement. Zhao Yan didn't understand why the old man was so out of control, so he asked. "What's wrong with you?" The old man said while shaking his hands and holding back his laughter. "Nothing, nothing, if I'm not mistaken, you little thing is actually a god." Zhao Yan immediately found it funny when he heard it, thinking, God? I think you old thing is almost a lunatic, have you ever seen such a weak god? If it is a god, it was beaten by two children without any ability to fight back. Such a god is simply ridiculous. Although Zhao Yan thought so in his heart, he couldn't say it out loud. So he asked tentatively. "Are you saying that I am a god?" The old man's emotions were much more stable at this time, but there was still an excitement in his tone that was difficult to suppress. "Yes, you are a god." The old man said that in addition to humans, there are some people called gods in this world. And these people have special powers, and those who have this power can change the pattern of the entire world. If they want, they can also instantly annihilate the power of a lord with their own power. And humans are both in awe and fear of this kind of power. But the appearance of God is lucky for the whole continent, because God stands on the side of human beings, helps human beings to open up territory and give human beings living space. Because the original masters of this continent are not human beings. But various powerful beasts. The power of the beasts is beyond human imagination, and human beings can only struggle to survive in the world of beasts. The appearance of God changed the situation. God used his own power to defeat the powerful beasts on the world continent, allowing human beings to build towns and live a stable life. After speaking, the old man touched the black crystal stone in front of him and continued. This black crystal stone is the magic crystal of a powerful beast. Such a large piece, I dare not imagine how powerful this beast will be. Maybe even if we, the great magicians, and the knights of the legion unite, we can't match it, and the only ones who can fight are probably those top combat forces hidden in the dark. If you have a chance, go to the Holy City. There is a statue of God. After God helped people defeat the beasts, in order to commemorate God, the statue was repaired for God. Zhao Yan looked at the old man in front of him, his eyes could not hide his worship of God, his body was shaking at this time, and he seemed very excited. But Zhao Yan didn't think so in his heart. Although he was not a good person, when he thought of the poor orphans and the poor people who were struggling to survive, it seemed that all this seemed so pale and powerless. Could it be that God only wanted to save the people in the rich area, and the others were just tools to serve the rich. They would be killed at will, and no one would care or ask. And no matter how many such people died, it would not have any impact on the world? The old man had recovered from his worship of God at this time. Seeing the dimness in Zhao Yan's eyes, he guessed something. Maybe he also knew some things about the common people, so he said. "Don't think about it. Some things are not something you can care about. Living in this world, you just need to think about how to live better. Don't think about unrealistic things. Since the God saved mankind, mankind has been developing for hundreds of years. Things that cannot be solved in hundreds of years cannot be solved just because you want to. So if you have time to think about these things, it is better to think about some practical things and improve yourself. Even if one day you want to help others, you don't have the power, what can you do?" After saying this, the old man's expression suddenly became lost. Zhao Yan knew from the old man's look that the old man seemed to have regrets in his heart. And the questions he was thinking about were indeed redundant. The two returned to the tower. The old man locked the wooden door again, waved his hand, and several fireballs went out of thin air. The old man took Zhao Yan to the first floor of the tower. Although the space here is not large, it is still much more spacious than the nun's home. The old man pointed to the bed and said. "You can live here." After saying this, he continued to walk up. Zhao Yan hurriedly stopped the old man and said. "What should I call you?" The old man said without replying. "I'm accepting you as my apprentice. From tomorrow on, you have to call me Master. Have a good rest today. We'll talk about the rest tomorrow." Zhao Yan made his bed. It was very soft. Next to the bed was the window of the tower. Through the window, he could see the street. It was already dark. Although there were fewer people on the street, he could still see the twinkling lights and people walking. Zhao Yan looked at it and fell asleep unknowingly. In his dream, Zhao Yan returned to the dark chaos. Even if he opened his eyes, it was no different from closing them. At this time, a voice reached Zhao Yan's ears. This figure was very familiar. It was the voice of the beautiful woman in his dream last night. Zhao Yan followed the voice and soon saw the woman sitting in the dark and waving to Zhao Yan. Zhao Yan came to the woman and sat down. Just like that, the two looked at each other and the woman said. "You look like you have encountered something good. Can you tell me about it?" Zhao Yan did not hide it and directly told me what happened during the day. The woman listened with relish. She also giggled from time to time. After Zhao Yan finished talking about what happened during the day, he asked seriously. "Who are you? Why did you appear in my dream again?" The woman stopped laughing and looked at Zhao Yan and said. "I am the law." Zhao Yan was stunned. Law? Is this a name? But why does it sound like a certain law? So he asked again tentatively. "Since you are the law, why do you appear in my dream?" The woman. "I appear here because, zilazila...ah." Zhao Yan was sure that he had not heard wrong this time. He definitely heard the zilazila sound like a bad radio signal, and this sound appeared very abruptly. It was as if someone didn't want him to hear it. But this is his dream after all. Could it be that there is another great god who can influence his dream? So why did this woman appear? What is her purpose? A series of questions came out of his mouth, but the answer was still the sizzling sound. Zhao Yan once again confirmed that someone must not want him to know the answers to these questions. According to the master, he is a god, and gods are the most powerful existence in the world. So what is the power that can affect gods or even surpass gods?