Centered on his own cosmos,and drawing power from his sixth sense, Hawke, empowered by the Reality Stone, couldn't materialize his cosmos before achieving the seventh sense and becoming a Gold Saint.
But power doesn't lie.
A powerful, vast, and far stronger force than before was constantly flowing through his cosmos, permeating his entire body.
Within his cosmos,the fiery red gem, now adorning the Phoenix Eye, shone like a dark red sun, illuminating every corner of his cosmos.
Hawke slowly rose from the ground, lowered his gaze, extended his right hand, and casually clenched it.
*Boom!*
The air and space within his palm were instantly compressed the moment he clenched his fist, followed by a deafening explosion.
The next second,Hawke looked up.
The crowd watching from a safe distance also noticed the change in the sky and involuntarily looked up.
What they saw!
The spectacular convergence of the Nine Realms, triggered by a tremor in the World Tree every few millennia, unfolded at this moment.
The golden spires of Asgard's magnificent palaces appeared above the Salisbury Plain.
The eternally frozen glaciers of Jotunheim followed closely behind.
Then the eternally burning flames of Muspelheim, the rune-filled city of Vanaheim, and the radiant forests of Alfheim.
At this moment,the Nine Realms formed a unique, interconnected spectacle.
Countless people on Earth looked up at the mirage-like illusion of the Nine Realms.
Hawke was also watching.
His gaze pierced through Asgard, passed through Vanaheim, and swept over the eternally burning flames of Muspelheim, finally settling on that desolate plain filled with deathly silence, coldness, and pervasive ash and eternal twilight.
Just then.
On the border of the desolate plains, a disheveled, disheveled figure, with unyielding eyes and tattered clothes, exuding a wild aura, appeared.
Hawke's gaze pierced through several kingdoms of the Nine Realms, landing on the woman who slowly raised her head.
The woman, in turn, locked her gaze on Hawke the instant she looked up.
Their eyes met.
The next second!
As a golden beam of light shot out from the Golden Palace of Asgard, the desolate kingdom filled with jagged black rocks, twisted trees like withered bones, and devoid of sun, moon, and stars vanished instantly.
"This is."
"Hela?"
"The Goddess of Death?"
"The Goddess of Death from the World Tree universe?"
Hawke snapped back to reality, looking at the world that seemed to have been no, manually blocked by the God-King, his brow furrowing, the green figure reappearing in his mind.
If nothing unexpected happens, then it should be Hela, the goddess of death.
And that realmnHelheim?
The final resting place for all living beings in the World Tree universe after death.
As for why Helheim looks so desolate and silent, that's normal.
Odin did it.
After conquering the Nine Realms, Odin not only chose to lay down his arms and put away his weapons, but also sealed his eldest daughter, Hela, in Helheim.
And that's not all.
Fearing for safety, Odin later sealed Helheim away.
Hawke's thoughts raced, recalling all the information related to Hela and Odin.
Soon.
The time of the Nine Realms' convergence disappeared.
Earth was still Earth.
Asgard was still Asgard.
Nothing happened.
Everything seemed calm and peaceful.
Hawke also withdrew his thoughts, looked at Peter who appeared before him after a flash of red and blue light, smiled slightly, and greeted him.
"Long time no see, Peter."
"Uh."
Peter replied instinctively, then realized what he meant and looked at Hawke's smiling face, somewhat stunned.
"Long time no see? It's only been less than half an hour, and I've been here the whole time."
"Yes, it's true for you, but for me, those half hours felt like an eternity."
He seemed to have only been sitting cross-legged in the pitch-black space where his five senses were sealed off for a short while before gaining a sixth sense.
But in reality, only Hawke himself knew how long he had been in that space.
He had been there for a very long time.
A very, very long time.
After speaking with Peter, Hawke looked up at the scenery surrounding Salisbury Plain.
The grass growing on the ground.
The green trees in the distance.
The natural fragrance brought by the breeze rustling through the trees and grass.
All of this gave Hawke a feeling of being in another world.
He really had been there for a very long time.
But he was back.
Hawke's heart stirred, and the beautiful figure that had appeared in his mind when he almost couldn't hold on any longer reappeared.
She must come back!
Gwen.
Hawke, thinking of Gwen who was still waiting for him, took a deep breath and asked Peter, "Where are Gwen and Mary?"
Peter replied, "They've probably just finished their hotel breakfast buffet."
After all, less than half an hour had passed.
It's common knowledge that for girls, traveling is all about taking photos, and the hotel they chose this time was known for its ever-changing breakfast buffet.
So only half an hour had passed; they must have just finished breakfast and were getting ready to leave.
No.
They might still be eating.
Peter remembered his girlfriend Mary, who once spent an hour meticulously editing photos of their dinner.
Hawk nodded in agreement.
"Let's go, let's go back."
"Okay."
Peter shrugged. He was there to keep Hawk company, so if Hawk said to leave, then so be it.
Just as the two were about to leave, Thor and his girlfriend Jane, along with S.H.I.E.L.D. agents Natasha and Barton, approached.
"Hawk."
"Dr. Fox."
"Hawk."
"Natasha."
Hawk nodded to Jane Foster and Natasha, whom he knew, then turned his gaze to Jane: "Dr. Fox, this time, I owe you a favor. If you need anything, you can contact me anytime."
He always repaid kindness and avenged wrongs.
This was his fundamental principle.
After all, without Dr. Jane Foster, he wouldn't have been able to obtain the Aether.
That was a fact.
He had to acknowledge this favor.
Jane Foster didn't refuse the favor, saying to Hawke, "Congratulations."
Although she wasn't sure what she was congratulating him on.
But.
Malekith was dead, Hawke was alive, so congratulations were the right thing to do.
Hawke smiled slightly, "Thank you."
Then he looked at Natasha, whom he also knew, standing beside him.
Hawke chuckled, "Didn't you go to Africa?"
Natasha paused slightly, then shrugged, "Just got back, planning to rest a bit before going again."
Hawke nodded, then glanced at the vast chasm that seemed to stretch across Salisbury Plain in the distance, thought for a moment, and said to Natasha, "Once again, I'm on the defensive."
Natasha nodded, "We know."
She certainly understood.
To put it simply, if Hawke and Malekith had fought in London, the entire city would likely have been destroyed.
"Should we take me back?"
"No, we're just here to ensure that the commotion here doesn't reach ordinary people. They're not ready to face this."
"Alright."
Hawke nodded, then turned his gaze to Thor.
He looked at Thor.
"Thor."
"Hawk."
Thor, clutching his hammer Mjolnir, looked at Hawke: "You're strong. Thank you for saving Jane."
Once again, his voice was that deep, resonant voice that a cosmic wanderer with a demigod's body could rival a mortal would envy.
Thor had known this after bringing Jane back to Asgard yesterday and learning that the substance within Jane was Aether.
If Jane had had any more Aether, even if she had been brought back in time, the side effects of the Aether absorbing life force would have caused irreversible damage to Jane.
So.
Thor's thanks were sincere.
Hawke sensed the sincerity in Thor's thanks, smiled, and looked at Thor: "If we have the chance, let's have a duel in space."
He was also curious whether his current strength was enough to defeat Thor, the God of Thunder who was said to be able to lift a star.
Hawke felt he could.
But feelings are feelings, practice is the only way to know for sure.
Thor himself was a god who loved fighting, and upon hearing Hawke's words, a fighting spirit flashed in his eyes: "Alright, now."
Hawke shook his head: "Not now, my armor was just destroyed in the battle."
As he spoke, his gaze fell on the scattered fragments of the golden armor scattered across Salisbury Plain.
Hawke had considered using the Reality Stone to restore the armor to its original state.
But once again.
The core function of a single Infinity Stone cannot negate or replace the core function of another Infinity Stone.
Most importantly.
Even if it were possible, he couldn't, because the Reality Stone had become the Phoenix Eye, and he had already used the Reality Stone to maintain his combat power above that of a true Silver Saint.
Simply put.
Until his cosmos breaks through to the Seventh Sense, and the Golden Phoenix cosmos becomes a truly existing Phoenix parallel universe, he can't use the Reality Stone for anything else.
After all he's already used the Reality Stone to its fullest potential.
Hawke turned his gaze away from the scattered fragments of his Saint Cloth.
He didn't intend to collect them; even if he did, they couldn't be restored.
After all, his cosmos had already undergone a re-evolution into chaos after his Saint Cloth shattered.
The Saint Cloth of the old universe was no longer suitable for him in the new universe.
"And."
"The most important point,"
Hawke looked at Thor again, smiling as he revealed the crucial reason he couldn't challenge him to a duel now: "My girlfriend is waiting for me. I came here on a trip with her, and she's been worried about me since she hasn't seen me return."
Thor was slightly taken aback.
The next second,he felt a gaze that made him feel uneasy.
Thor instinctively turned his head.
Sure enough,it was Jane!
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