In an eternal, pitch-black space.
Hawk, who had vanished into golden flames from the Hell Tavern, opened his eyes again, looking around at the completely dark space where he couldn't see his own hand in front of him, and couldn't help but curse.
He thought his Nirvana process was already complete.
But it seems it was not over.
That's not right.
Isn't Nirvana supposed to be instantaneous?
Hawk felt a stirring in his heart and instinctively sunk his consciousness into his Little Cosmos.
The result...
Hawk reopened his eyes, a hint of shock in his gaze.
His Little Cosmos was gone.
Wait.
No.
Hawk quickly calmed down from the momentary panic.
His Little Cosmos was still there.
Hawk could feel it; for some reason, he was temporarily unable to communicate with his Little Cosmos.
It seemed that his Little Cosmos was being shielded in this eternal dark space, as if he had been temporarily deprived of his five senses.
Sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch all vanished.
Hawk had a revelation, instinctively sitting cross-legged in the eternal dark space, adopting the same posture as Shazam.
In the next second.
Hawk slowly closed his eyes!
In an instant!
As Hawk closed his eyes in this pitch-black space, it was no longer dark, but filled with light.
Stars streaked across the distance like meteors, falling towards him.
Countless thoughts surged into Hawk's mind at that moment but disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
Hawk now knew where he was.
This was the boundary between life and death.
Clearly.
He succeeded, and upon realizing where he was, it was as if he had a moment of enlightenment that helped him understand many things.
But the most important point.
Hawk abruptly opened his eyes.
The next moment.
Looking at the gate of the Sixth Sense appearing once again, without hesitation and encountering no obstacles, he stepped forward.
In an instant.
He was already standing in the realm of the Sixth Sense!
Meanwhile.
At the moment Malekith's disfigured face bore an astonished expression, and as the conversation between Natasha and Thor concluded in a flash.
The Phoenix, which had gently embraced Hawk like a mother, suddenly spread its wings once more.
In the next moment.
Scarlet flames began to sweep like a firestorm.
The firelight was dazzling.
The flames surged skyward.
And amidst these soaring flames, Hawk, who had been standing and keeping his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes.
In his eyes, scarlet flames spread, finally converging in his pupils, which had been dyed with scarlet tinged with a hint of gold.
In the next second.
In the flames, Hawk extended his right hand and pointed at Malekith about fifty meters away.
"Super!"
"Supersonic Fist—"
A dazzling white light instantly gathered at the tip of Hawk's finger, and at the moment Malekith's body arched back and flew away in a curve, the sound of a violent explosion finally rang out!
"Boom!"
Supersonic Fist!
Punching with several times the speed of sound to generate powerful impact force, even a single finger could kill ordinary Bronze Saint Warriors.
And this move was merely the standard skill of Silver Saint Warriors.
As long as the Silver Saint Warriors were willing and their Little Cosmos still had energy, they could keep using this move.
But no Silver Saint Warrior ever did.
The reason being.
If the gap between Bronze Saint Warriors and ordinary people were like that between billionaires and the poor in a slum.
Then the gap between Silver Saint Warriors and Bronze Saint Warriors would be like the difference between the extraordinary and stray dogs on the roadside.
Hawk, bare-chested, stepped out from the flames of rebirth.
In his Little Cosmos.
The Phoenix's silhouette spread its vast wings across the galaxy, countless stars swirling within, the Phoenix's silhouette rising high in celebration.
His Little Cosmos was expanding into the surrounding void with an unparalleled force.
Boom!
Malekith, who flew back, crashed into the soil, creating a deep crater, and then, like a catapult, shot out from the pit he had just made.
"Impossible!"
"Absolutely impossible!"
"How could you be a god!"
Malekith, with eyes wide in disbelief, shouted in anger at Hawk, who had returned from Nirvana, bare-chested and exposing his muscular body surrounded by scarlet flames.
Hawk remained expressionless: "I'm not a god."
Indeed, he was not a god.
At least, before he comprehended the Ninth Sense, he could never become a god.
But...
As long as he becomes a god, then he will be the Creator God.
The supreme deity of his Phoenix Cosmos.
The one and only!
As for why Malekith would say he is a god.
Actually, it's quite simple.
Who let him wield the divine authority of 'Immortality' and 'Nirvana'? It's precisely because of this that Malekith calls him a god.
After all…
Only a god is qualified to wield divine authority.
Praise the Phoenix!
Malekith listened to Hawk's explanation, which was as calm as water. At first, he was stunned, and then, realizing what was said, his ferocious expression turned even angrier.
He spread his hands, and the Ether particles within his body gathered into his hands like flowing water, then he roared and blasted towards Hawk: "God or not, hand over the Ether particles."
The dark red Ether particles instantaneously condensed into a massive hill in the sky, then appeared above Hawk's head.
The next moment.
Mount Tai pressed down.
Hawk looked up, neither dodging nor avoiding, gazing calmly at Malekith, then he opened his right hand.
Boom!
Hawk's form did not sink, not even a slight tremor, and the massive hill steadily landed in Hawk's palm.
Looking from a distance.
It was as if Hawk was holding up this massive hill with one hand.
"Hiss!"
Listening to Hawk, Peter, who was still squatting on the Stonehenge watching, looked at this unbelievable scene and couldn't help but take a deep breath.
Hawkeye's pupils contracted.
Natasha couldn't help but tense up.
Beside them, Thor looked at this scene, shrugged, and spoke to Natasha: "This is nothing, I can lift a planet."
His Mjolnir is forged from a star, so in theory, he, Thor, can lift a star!
Natasha instinctively glanced at Thor, gave a light hum, then refocused her gaze on Hawk, who was lifting the massive hill single-handedly.
She had not seen Thor lift a planet.
But…
Hawk lifting a hill with one arm, this was happening in reality, right in front of her at this moment.
If the Supersonic Fist is the basic skill of the Silver Saint Warriors.
Then!
Moving Mountains and Dividing Seas is the standard for gauging whether a Saint Warrior is a Silver Saint Warrior.
Every Silver Saint Warrior, no matter how weak, as described, can easily lift a hill, and also walk freely on the ocean floor by parting a ten-thousand-meter deep sea.
Hawk raised his gaze, glancing at the enormous hill supported by his palm, manifested through Ether particles.
The next second.
He lifted his left hand, pointing it at the base of the hill supported by his right palm.
With a crisp snap, the moment his finger touched the hill, the hill in his right palm crumbled into fragments of stones at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Malekith was shocked beyond measure.
Hawk shook his head, feeling a bit uninterested.
He looked calmly at Malekith.
"You're right!"
"Before this, like Thor, I couldn't control all my power and couldn't beat you at all."
"This cannot be denied."
Natasha, who was watching this from a distance, heard this and instinctively looked at Thor.
Feeling Natasha's gaze, Thor raised his Mjolnir: "This hammer is forged from a star; I can lift a star."
Natasha frowned slightly, posing a soul-searching question: "But, aren't you the god of thunder?"
Thor opened his mouth.
Hawk continued speaking.
"But…"
"Once I awaken and control all my power, it's obvious how weak you are — so weak that I almost have no interest in fighting you anymore."
Hawk, somewhat uninterested, said this, shaking his head as he slowly turned around.
It seemed…
He no longer wanted to continue fighting.
Watching Hawk, who was ready to leave, Malekith's disfigured face turned green and white in alternation, then his voice squeezed out as if from a gap: "Damn bastard, are you calling me trash?"
Malekith, who was shouting angrily, instantly controlled his movement, appearing behind Hawk in an instant. As he swung his right hand, it already bore a Reality Dagger formed from condensing Ether particles.
"Holy shit, Hawk, be careful!"
"Watch out!"
Both Peter and Natasha, witnessing this scene, couldn't help but cry out.
The next second.
Slap!
Hawk swiftly turned around and sent Malekith flying hundreds of meters away with a direct slap, then he turned back around, speaking calmly: "But to thank you for helping me awaken my Sixth Sense, and for the Ether particles you sent, I'll give you my strongest move as a gift!"
Saying so.
Boom!
Scarlet flames once again surged from behind Hawk, but this time, instead of forming a phantom of the Phoenix, the scarlet flames, upon touching Hawk's back, seemed to carve out the shape of a fierce-eyed dragon.
Not a Cyan Dragon.
But a Fire Dragon.
And with the emergence of the Fire Dragon, Hawk, who had his back to everyone, turned around again, lifting his right hand to the sky, setting the stance for his strongest offensive move yet without wearing Holy Armor.
The Fire Dragon's shadow behind him let out a loud dragon roar, then, guided by Hawk's will, it slowly started to wander across his back.
And as the Fire Dragon roamed, Hawk's aura grew stronger and stronger.
The dragon roar also became more and more resonant.
The next second.
Hawk looked up towards the sky.
"Ascend to the clouds!"
"Celestial Dragon!"
"Roar——"
"..."