Yes.
Disappearance.
Even though Hawk is right here in front of , sitting cross-legged under the phoenix tree.
But—
Jean can feel that her dad is disappearing.
It’s a very strange, indescribable feeling.
Jean imdiately realized sothing was wrong. While staring intently at Hawk sitting cross-legged under the phoenix tree, fearing that he would completely disappear in the ti it takes to turn her head, she loudly called for her mom, Wanda, inside the house.
Wanda heard the call and walked over from inside.
Her first glance also instantly fell on Hawk under the phoenix tree, seemingly aware of sothing wrong with Hawk at the mont, her eyes slightly contracting.
Jean kept her gaze on Hawk while asking Wanda beside her.
"Mom, Dad is..."
"His soul is being refined."
"What?"
Jean was taken aback by Wanda’s words and exclaid, "What do you an Dad’s soul is being refined?"
Wanda’s expression didn’t change: "Your dad wants to rise from death, it’s sothing he must go through."
Jean’s eyes widened.
"What if Dad’s soul is refined?"
"He’ll be forgotten, no one will rember him anymore."
Wanda’s face remained expressionless: "Either rise from death or return to silence in death, there are only these two choices."
There is no third choice.
Between life and death, there are great opportunities, but likewise, there’s great terror.
And this ti the terror will be even greater and more terrifying.
Because last ti Hawk took a great opportunity from between life and death using tricks and cheating, naturally, if Hawk wants to take the opportunity through strength again this ti, it will be even more difficult than last ti.
After all, life and death will not be fooled by you a second ti.
Jean frowned tightly, looking at Hawk who, though in front of her, seed to be farther away in the blink of an eye: "But Mom, aren’t you supposed to be able to bring Dad back?"
Wanda’s expression was calm.
"I can."
"Then..."
"But not this ti."
Wanda shifted her gaze to Jean: "This ti Hawk can only rely on himself."
It’s because she repaired Hawk’s ti river, therefore existing in every corner and ti segnt of Hawk’s tiline.
She even knows every dangerous mont Hawk has experienced and has yet to experience. As long as Hawk appears to be in danger, she can appear in ti to help Hawk reverse it.
Ti is irreversible.
But she herself exists on Hawk’s tiline, so while ti is irreversible, she can reverse it.
However, this is also limited.
For example—
She can stop others from harming Hawk, but cannot stop Hawk himself from seeking harm.
In a word.
Wanda can ensure that Hawk doesn’t die at the hands of others but can’t ensure that he doesn’t seek his own demise.
And right now, Hawk rising from death, to put it plainly, is seeking his own demise.
So!
Hawk can only rely on himself at this mont.
Jean listened to Wanda’s explanation and pursed her lips, full of worry as she looked at her dad, Hawk: "Mom, do you know what Dad is going through now?"
Wanda’s eyes fell on Hawk, her gaze seemingly penetrating Hawk’s body, seeing him repeatedly attempting to save his sister, Anya.
"Your dad is making up for regrets."
"Regret? Making up?"
Jean raised her eyebrows: "This is a good thing, right Mom?"
Wanda smiled.
"It’s called a regret because it’s irreparable."
"Rember, once a regret is ford, all you can do is let go. Don’t think about making up for it."
"Because regret is irreparable."
"Just like ti."
"What’s already happened, no matter how you try to change ti, what’s ant to happen, will happen."
"Your dad once said, when soone is reminiscing about the past, it’s always when they’re most vulnerable, wanting to escape."
"..."
Jean listened to Wanda’s words, feeling a little confused and puzzled: "If Dad knows regrets can’t be made up for, why try to make up for them?"
Wanda chuckled, retracting her gaze, looking at Jean: "Because of the object of the regret."
Jean raised an eyebrow.
Thoughts quickly racing in her mind, followed by a na surfacing suddenly.
Jean looked at her mom, Wanda: "Aunt Anya? Dad’s regret, it’s Aunt Anya, right?"
Wanda nodded.
"Yes."
"Ah!"
"Then Dad’s regret must be Aunt Anya’s accidental death that year. But Dad should have already let go of that regret, given Aunt Anya has already been resurrected."
Jean was quite puzzled.
Aunt Anya had indeed died accidentally before, and it was true that Hawk and Anya were dependent on each other, becoming Hawk’s greatest regret.
But Aunt Anya has been resurrected, and that’s a fact too.
So—
Where does regret co from?
Wanda looked at her bewildered daughter, smiled slightly, and did not answer.
Although she knows why.
But this is Hawk’s matter; if Hawk has co to terms with this regret, then whether to talk about it or not is already unimportant. But if Hawk is drowning in this regret, then whether to talk or not becos even more unimportant.
So—
"You can wait for your dad to co back and ask him."
"Really?"
Jean returned to her senses, and upon hearing this, her eyes lit up as she looked at Wanda: "Mom, can you promise that Dad will definitely co back?"
Wanda chuckled at this, pointed at Jean’s forehead, then turned around and continued walking into the house: "Your dad’s regret can only be resolved by himself; I’m of no help. But you can help."
Jean turned her head to look at Wanda as she walked inside.
"Really?"
"Yes, you just stay here. So when your dad cos back, tell him you’ve always been waiting for him. He’ll be very comforted knowing that."
Wanda spoke without turning her head, then returned into the house.
Until Wanda’s figure disappeared, Jean withdrew her gaze and refocused her eyes on her father Hawk, recalling what her mom Wanda had just said. She blinked her eyes and then squatted down in front of Hawk, placing her hands on his knees.
"Dad, you must co back."
"..."
At this mont, Hawk, who was in Hell, could not hear Jean’s voice. Nowadays, Hawk was already trapped in a cycle of death.
But Hawk knew how to break this cycle of death.
Yet he was unwilling.
Or perhaps, at this mont, Hawk’s rationality and emotions were struggling against each other.
Rationality told Hawk he couldn’t continue like this; the outco would be that the Cosmos’s phisto could effortlessly gain his soul.
But emotions drove Hawk to constantly seek the impossible in hopes of saving his sister Anya and anding the regret of that year.
And phisto was quietly observing all this at the edge of Hawk’s death cycle world.
He watched Hawk attempt over and over again, dying each ti, with the consequence being Hawk’s overwhelming Power Of The Soul continuously being absorbed by his Hell.
The soul power of a Main God!
phisto’s gaze was fixed on the self-destructive Hawk, licking his lips greedily, seemingly envisioning the mont he would ascend from a Dinsion God to a true Divine Spirit.
After all, the soul power of a Main God, once fully absorbed, could at least allow him to beco a true Divine Spirit.
To ordinary people, Dinsion Gods are considered gods too.
But in the eyes of Dinsion Gods themselves, they are not gods; however, they are but a step away from godhood, thus they yearn to beco gods more than any Extraordinary Creatures.
And right now, once Hawk has completely squandered his overwhelming Power Of The Soul, Hawk will beco just another among the nurous souls in phisto’s Hell.
As for phisto, he can rely on the soul power squandered by Hawk to ascend to godhood.
So—
"Squander!"
"Be reckless!"
"Sink into indulgence, fall into recklessness. Phoenix Main God, your soul will soon belong to ."
phisto murmured, as if whispering like a Demon.
Ti ticked by.
Soon.
Under phisto’s unwavering gaze, Hawk, who was lost in the world of regret, had his aura transford from initially overwhelming to infinitely weak.
The most evident change was in the world of regret.
Initially, the world of regret Hawk saw was infinitely real. But now, although the world of regret still exists, it gives a sense of falseness at a glance.
How to put it.
The whole world seed to transform from initially 4K full HD to now 720P with mosaic.
Hawk fell into the ruins of the high-rise buildings.
The world froze at that mont.
"It’s over, Phoenix Main God."
phisto’s figure silently appeared before Hawk, unable to suppress his ecstatic expression: "Your soul belongs to now."
Sitting dejectedly in the ruins, Hawk raised his eyes to glance at phisto, his expression indifferent.
"Congratulations."
"But can I ask a question?"
phisto’s ecstatic expression carried a hint of confusion: "You knew every attempt to change would bring your soul closer to , yet you did it without hesitation."
Upon hearing this, Hawk raised his head again to look at phisto.
His gaze was calm.
"Regret needs to be redied."
"Regret cannot be redied."
phisto’s expression was serious: "If regrets can be redied, then they wouldn’t be regrets."
Hawk nodded.
"I agree, but I still have to try."
"Yet you still failed."
"Not really."
"Oh."
"Without picking up, how can one put down."
Hawk said thus, then looked at phisto: "I’ve tried all the thods I can, yet the result remains the sa, so it’s no longer my regret."
As the words fell.
The world of regret began to collapse!
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