In an eternally dark space,Hawke, who had vanished in the Hell Tavern as golden flames, opened his eyes again.
Looking at the pitch-black space where nothing could be seen, whether in front of him or elsewhere, he couldn't help but curse.
He thought his Nirvana process was over.
But it didn't seem to be.
Wait a minute.
Wasn't Nirvana supposed to be instantaneous?
Hawke's heart stirred, and he subconsciously immersed his mind in his own universe.
The result.
Hawke reopened his eyes, a look of shock in them.
His universe was gone.
Wait.
Something's not right.
Hawke quickly calmed down from his momentary panic.
His universe was still there.
Hawke could feel it, but for some reason, he couldn't communicate with it temporarily.
It seemed that his universe was shielded in this eternally dark space, as if his five senses had been temporarily stripped away.
His visual, auditory, olfactory, gustatory, and tactile senses had all disappeared.
Hawke's heart skipped a beat, as if he understood.
Instinctively, he sat cross-legged in the eternally dark space, assuming the same pose as Shaka.
The next second,Hawke slowly closed his eyes!
In an instant!
The moment Hawke closed his eyes in this pitch-black space, what lay before him was no longer darkness, but a burst of light.
Stars, like shooting stars, began to streak across the distance, falling towards him.
Countless thoughts flooded into Hawke's mind at this moment, but vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye.
Hawke now knew where he was.
This was the edge of life and death.
Clearly, he had succeeded.
It was in realizing where he was that, like a sudden enlightenment, that he understood so much.
But most importantly,Hawke abruptly opened his eyes.
The next moment,he looked at the gate of the Sixth Sense that had reappeared before him.
This time, without hesitation or encountering any obstacles, he stepped forward.
Instantly,he was already standing in the realm of the Sixth Sense!
At the same time.
Just as Malekith's disfigured face still bore the look of shock, and just as Natasha and Thor's conversation came to an end in a flash
the phoenix that had been gently embracing Hawke like a mother suddenly spread its wings once more.
The next moment,crimson flames began to sweep across the area like a fire tornado.
The light was dazzling.
The flames soared into the sky.
And it was within this towering inferno that Hawke, who had been standing with his eyes closed, abruptly opened them.
Crimson flames swirled in his eyes, eventually coalescing into pupils tinged with a golden hue.
The next second,Hawk, engulfed in flames, pointed a finger at Malekith, about fifty meters away.
"Super!"
"Sonic Fist—"
A blinding white light instantly condensed at Hawk's fingertip.
Just as Malekith's body arched backward, a deafening roar erupted!
"Boom!"
Supersonic Fist!
A punch delivered at several times the speed of sound, generating immense force, capable of killing an ordinary Bronze Saint with a single finger.
And this move was merely a standard technique for Silver Saints.
If a Silver Saint wished, as long as their cosmos energy remained, they could use this move indefinitely.
But no Silver Saint ever did so.
For no other reason than that.
If the difference between a Bronze Saint and an ordinary person was like the difference between a billionaire and a poor person in a slum.
The difference between a Silver Saint and a Bronze Saint is like the difference between an extraordinary being and a stray dog on the street.
Hawk, shirtless, stepped out of the flames of rebirth.
In his cosmos,a phoenix phantom spread its enormous wings, stretching across the galaxy, with countless stars swirling within them.
The phoenix phantom raised its head high, as if celebrating something.
His cosmos was expanding into the surrounding void with unparalleled power.
Boom!
Malekith, sent flying backward, crashed heavily into the muddy ground, creating a deep crater.
Then, like a catapult launch, he emerged from the crater with a whoosh.
"Impossible!"
"Absolutely impossible!"
"How could you be a god!"
Malekith stared wide-eyed in disbelief, roaring incredulously at Hawk, who had returned from the ashes, shirtless, his muscular body radiating crimson flames.
Hawk remained expressionless: "I am not a god."
He truly was not a god.
At the very least, he could never become a god before he awakened his Ninth Sense.
But once he became a god, he would be the creator god.
The supreme creator god of the Phoenix Universe.
Without a doubt!
As for why Malekith called him a god…
It's actually quite simple.
Who told him to wield the divine power of 'immortality' and 'rebirth'? That's why Malekith calls him a god.
After all only a god has the right to wield divine power.
Praise the Phoenix!
Malekith, hearing Hawke's calm explanation, was first stunned, then reacted, his ferocious expression turning even angrier.
He opened his arms, the aether particles within his body flowing into his hands like water, then roared and blasted them towards Hawke: "Whether you're a god or not, hand over the aether particles!"
The dark red aether particles instantly condensed into a massive mountain in the air, then appeared above Hawke's head.
The next moment.
A mountain crashed down.
Hawke looked up, neither dodging nor avoiding, his gaze calmly meeting Malekith's, then he opened his right hand.
Boom!
Hawke's body didn't even sink, didn't even sway, the massive mountain landed steadily in Hawke's palm.
Looking around.
It was as if Hawke had single-handedly lifted the massive hill.
"Hiss!"
Peter, who was still perched on a Stonehenge pillar watching Hawke's words, gasped in astonishment at the unbelievable scene before him.
Hawkeye's pupils contracted.
Natasha also tensed.
Thor, watching this, shrugged and said to Natasha, "This is nothing. I can lift a planet."
His hammer, Mjolnir, was forged from a star, so theoretically, he, Thor, could lift a star!
Natasha glanced at Thor subconsciously, grunted, and then focused her gaze back on Hawke, who was lifting the massive hill with one arm.
She had never seen Thor lift a planet.
But.
Hawke lifting a hill with one arm—this was a real event, happening right before her eyes.
If the Supersonic Fist was the basic skill of a Silver Saint,then!
Moving mountains and splitting seas was the true standard for judging whether a Saint was a Silver Saint.
Every Silver Saint, even the weakest, possesses the power described—the ability to easily lift a mountain and traverse the ocean depths at will.
Hawke glanced up at the massive mountain he held in his palm, materialized from aether particles.
The next second,he raised his left hand and pointed a finger at the base of the mountain supported by his right palm.
A crisp crack rang out, and the moment his finger touched the mountain, it crumbled into countless tiny fragments before the naked eye.
Malekith's pupils dilated in utter shock.
Hawke, however, shook his head with a sense of utter disbelief.
He calmly looked at Malekith.
"You're right!"
"Before this, I was like Thor, unable to control my full power, and I couldn't defeat you at all."
"That's undeniable."
Natasha, who was watching from afar, subconsciously glanced at Thor beside her upon hearing this.
Thor, feeling Natasha's gaze, raised his hammer Mjolnir: "This hammer was forged from a star. I can lift a star."
Natasha frowned slightly, uttering a soul-searching question: "But, aren't you Thor?"
Thor opened his mouth.
Hawk continued.
"But."
"Once I awaken and master my full power, it's clear you're weak, so weak that I can barely muster any interest in fighting."
Hawk said somewhat listlessly, then shook his head and slowly turned away.
It seemed he didn't want to fight anymore.
Malekith watched Hawk turn to leave, his disfigured face alternating between pale and flushed, then his voice was almost squeezed out from between cracks: "Damn bastard, are you saying I'm trash?"
As he roared, Malekith instantly stopped, appearing behind Hawk in a flash, his right hand flashing out a reality dagger formed from aether particles.
"Hey, Hawk, watch out!"
"Watch out!"
Peter and Natasha both exclaimed in surprise at the sight.
The next second.
Slap!
Hawk quickly turned around and slapped Malekith, sending him flying a hundred meters away.
He then turned back, his tone calm: "But to thank you for helping me awaken my sixth sense, and also for the aether particles you provided, I will give you my strongest attack as a gift!"
As he spoke.
*Boom!*
Crimson flames surged from behind Hawk once more, but this time, they didn't coalesce into a phantom of a phoenix.
The moment the crimson flames touched Hawk's back, they seemed to carve an angry dragon shape on his back.
Not a blue dragon.
But a fire dragon.
As the fire dragon appeared, Hawk, who had been facing away from everyone, turned around again, then opened his right hand to the sky, assuming the starting stance for his strongest attack so far, without his Saint Cloth.
The phantom fire dragon behind him let out a high-pitched roar, then, guided by Hawke's will, began to slowly traverse his back.
As the fire dragon moved, Hawke's aura grew increasingly powerful, and the dragon's roar became ever more resonant.
The next second,Hawke looked up at the sky.
"Ascend to the heavens!"
"Heavenly Dragon!"
"Roar—"
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