After Doyle calmed down, he began to selectively reply to the questions raised by his disciples, answering many of their concerns.

During the process, Doyle discovered that Peter was not allowed to mention things that had a direct relationship between "Allah" and "heresies". It felt like it would lead to future disasters in this timeline in advance.

This was something beyond Doyle's understanding, but Doyle obeyed obediently.

Later, Doyle was mercilessly kicked off the round table by the Twelve Apostles, because they were going to discuss and ask questions among themselves, and that knowledge would make Doyle's weak soul collapse instantly.

Standing in the courtyard, Doyle felt like a poor student who was kicked off the table by twelve outstanding genius students. He was so poor that he did not even deserve to hear the knowledge discussed by these geniuses!

A generation of talented academics suddenly turned into a despised academic scumbag. This is something Doyle, who loves research and exploration, absolutely cannot bear!

He vowed that one day he would have his own place at the round table!

Jacob looked at Doyle's pouty little mouth, as if he could see through Doyle's little thoughts, and he smiled and said:

"If you have nothing to do in the next three days, go down the mountain and catch some mosquitoes to eat."

"Hahahahaha~" The disciples slapped the table and started laughing.

Then a barrier isolated the round table in the center of the courtyard, blurring everything that was happening inside. The twelve disciples were exchanging knowledge in a way that Doyle could not understand. Doyle, who had nothing to do, kicked him angrily.

He turned towards the small stone at his feet, but he tripped over the stone and fell heavily.

"This little stone feels heavier than a star. This world is really hell. Nothing is normal." Doyle muttered.

"I have already said that I don't like eating mosquitoes. This Jacob is completely treating me like a child. No, he doesn't even treat me as a human being. He still treats me as a frog."

"These guys just want to know something about future generations through me. I can feel that apart from this value, I am almost dispensable in their eyes."

"I have to let them look at me squarely, and I have to let them know that human beings are an amazing life!"

Clenching his fists, Doyle began to meditate angrily, continuing to practice his soul that has not been able to cultivate to the [sacred] level so far.

For three thousand years, he has never slacked off, but his soul is too difficult to cultivate, because what he wants to cultivate is not an ordinary [sacred] soul, but a [perfect] soul given to him by Allah, the one that can tolerate even the power of heretics.

soul!

Otherwise, Doyle would not have been able to reach the last step with just his heart.

But this kind of soul is too difficult to cultivate. It is impossible to complete it just by relying on the soul cultivation method that Hill taught me. The disciples' cultivation path is completely different from my own. They first strengthen the spirit, and then use the spirit to build a suitable soul body. This

It is a process of reverse reasoning, and it is not a method that a mentally weak person like Doyle can learn.

Without a strong body, you cannot accelerate the cultivation of a strong soul. For this reason, Doyle eats like crazy every day because he found that any food here can strengthen his body just like the attribute fruits in heaven. The disadvantage is that they can only strengthen his body.

It can be strengthened once, but it will be useless the second time you take it.

So in the past three thousand years, with Peter's help, Doyle has eaten everything he could eat around him, and he really only had to catch mosquitoes and flies and stuff them into his mouth.

As his body continued to strengthen, he felt that his body was so strong! It was so strong that he could break a continent with one punch!

But whenever he wanted to try his skills, he found that he couldn't even kick a pebble in this world!

He can be crushed to death by a willow leaf floating in the air, or a big bloody gash can be made by a piece of grass!

When exploring this world, every step you take is extremely careful, just like you are going through the calamity of death!

Am I getting weaker the more I eat?

After countless verifications, Doyle found that he was indeed getting stronger, because Liu Ye, who almost crushed him to death at the beginning, could no longer suppress him.

But why can’t I even move a small stone?

Is there something wrong with me, a delusion, or is there something fundamentally wrong with the world?

The physical body has been eaten into a "weak chicken." Before finding new food, Doyle, who lacks the method of physical cultivation, can only turn to spiritual cultivation.

As a result, he never expected that the perfect soul originally given to him by Allah would be so difficult to cultivate. He could cultivate into an ordinary [sacred] soul within a year, but more than two thousand years later, he has not yet achieved the [perfect] soul.

soul!

This soul is like a monster. When you think it is complete, it can always show you new gaps and tell you that it is still flawed. Moreover, Doyle always feels that in addition, it needs certain key conditions.

, and this condition has never been achieved.

If it weren't for the worry that an unsatisfied soul cannot carry the power of heresy, Doyle would have given up long ago. And because the soul has never been cultivated, it is difficult for his spiritual power to make progress. To put it simply, he is stuck in the progress of soul cultivation.

Already.

What he can do is to continuously improve the soul cultivation method, and then use time to polish a [perfect] soul.

Fortunately, Doyle roughly knew the time he was currently in through the words of his disciples today. Even if the time flow rate was different, Doyle felt that he still had unprecedented ample time to practice! So he was not in a hurry at all.

You can slowly improve and strive to become a strong person who can sit in front of that round table!

"Ouch~~~" Xiao Daoer, with his eyes closed, began to practice soul cultivation with passion.

In fact, what Doyle didn't know was that in order to prevent Doyle's self-esteem from being damaged and to protect Doyle, Peter had removed all living creatures within a thousand miles, ranging from pigs, dogs, cattle and sheep to insects and butterflies.

Because to be honest, Peter is really afraid that Doyle will be blown into nothingness by a butterfly wing. After all, he is currently the weakest creature in the world, so weak that he cannot even defeat a caterpillar!

The time in practice passed very quickly, and in almost a blink of an eye, God descended on the courtyard.

But Doyle was once again driven outside the barrier, because he could not listen to the discussions among the disciples, let alone the lessons taught by God.

"Damn it! The truth of the universe is right in front of me, but I can't listen to it. This makes me worse than dead!"

Little Doyle said angrily as he looked at the barrier filled with glow.

"Practice can cure all kinds of diseases and advance to cure thousands of sorrows. Just wait for me!"

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch~"

Little Doyle entered a state of selfless cultivation again. The day passed in an instant, and the barrier in the courtyard dissipated. Doyle also opened his eyes. I wonder if it was an illusion. Today, his cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds. Many things that have been bothering him before

All the questions were answered unconsciously.

Looking down at himself, Doyle couldn't help but sigh that he didn't know what was going on with this body. It still looked like a child and had not changed at all. When he looked up again, Doyle found that God and the twelve disciples were looking at him. Peter smiled and said

said:

"According to the rules, after Allah preaches, all the creatures on the mountain can ask Allah a question, but after Allah answers, the creature who asked the question must do one thing for Allah. Doyle, do you have any questions?"

Doyle was stunned and turned to look at the corner of Allah's clothes. He subconsciously did not dare to look directly at Allah, even though Allah gave him a feeling of warmth and kindness.

Clenching his fists, Doyle's breathing gradually became rapid. Knowing the secrets of the world of Allah, he already understood the horror of the fifth person. The fifth person is probably a pawn to lead the heretic army of [Zunjie]. He is probably the

The person who opens the door for heretics to enter the [Mortal Realm], or becomes the key figure in destroying the [Mortal Realm].

Thinking of this, Doyle asked Allah with a trembling voice:

"Did I...disappoint you?"

"Doyle, I'm so happy for you."

Allah's answer made Doyle full of vitality for a moment, as if he had been reborn for the second time. What was Doyle most afraid of? What he was most afraid of was that he had done something wrong and became the cause of the destruction of all heavens and worlds.

!

And the affirmation given by Allah is no less than the second salvation of Doyle!

In an instant, Doyle's soul shone brightly and began to move towards perfection.

It turns out that a perfect soul also needs a perfect heart!

"But I..." Doyle's eyes flashed with tears.

"The facts have become true, but you are still here." God's voice was so warm, hitting the deepest part of Doyle's soul, touching him like never before, and tears flowed down unconsciously.

Doyle understood what Allah meant, and Allah felt that this was the best result He wanted.

And He believed that Doyle could definitely change the last page of the Album of Destiny. This trust has never changed, it was the same before, and it is still the case now. This is why God gave the Album of Destiny to Doyle.

This is an affirmation from Allah!

At this moment, Doyle was filled with almost inexhaustible power! He felt that he must practice selflessly and desperately, and then personally rewrite all the damn things!

Because of the majestic existence of Allah, He believes in me! He really believes in me!!!

Clenching his hands into fists, Doyle felt that he was about to ascend to heaven with excitement, and then he heard the words left by Allah before he left:

"Go to the grassland and shepherd my sheep for a thousand years. This is what I want you to do for me."

Doyle was stunned, herding sheep? It’s not difficult! Guaranteed to complete the task!

Seeing Doyle's confident look, the twelve disciples all showed gloating smiles. Maybe this child still doesn't know how terrible sheep are in this world. I just hope that after this thousand years, this child will not be killed by those sheep.

Mu was so stupid...
Chapter completed!