Chapter 1083

The first flame symbolizing the birth of the universe's initial life began to envelop Hawk's body.

The flame was golden-red!

The core flowed with the luster of liquid gold, while the edges flickered with the scarlet, eye-catching radiance born from the most impossible life.

The air was scorched and twisted in an instant.

At this moment, it seemed that time was also twisted.

Watching this scene, Wanda quickly reached out her right hand, grabbed Jean's arm on the side, and took a step back, having already retreated to the corridor between the living room and the backyard.

"Mom?"

"Shh!"

Her daughter Jean looked at Wanda in surprise.

Wanda made a shushing gesture to Jean, then while watching Hawk, she explained to her daughter: "This flame is enough to modify any reality!"

What reality?

Hawk is dead; this was the fact before.

Although after the battle with Ikaris, Hawk said he went to the edge of life and death, but just as Hawk told Wanda, if he couldn't return from the edge of life and death this time, then he was truly dead.

So!

From the perspective of reality, he had indeed died; after that battle with Ikaris, he had died with both arms broken.

But Hawk finally lived towards death.

And this time, Hawk truly, realistically, without leaving any retreat, walked a journey to the edge of life and death, successfully completing the flaws he had left behind by taking shortcuts before.

But he was indeed dead in reality.

So if he wanted to be resurrected, the first thing to do was to modify the reality definition that he had already died.

Phoenix fire burns everything, and under the fire of Nirvana, there is nothing that cannot be burned.

What's more, this time there was the blessing of the flame ignited by the most impossible life, so the reality that Hawk was dead was being twisted and rewritten.

Just as Jean was looking at Hawk anxiously.

Abruptly.

The phoenix fire enveloping Hawk began to extend and shape upwards and outwards.

Golden-red flames intertwined and condensed, and then gradually, above Hawk's head, the outline of a golden-red fire phoenix was vaguely sketched out.

The fire phoenix spread its gorgeous flame wings, its head held high, its posture noble and majestic, vaguely carrying a kind of indifference that looked down on all living beings.

Every flap of its flame wings brought a scorching mental ripple, sweeping across the courtyard, sweeping across Jean and Wanda not far away.

Wanda felt this power, raised her eyebrows, and the corners of her mouth curled into a very funny look.

Because she saw Hawk slowly rising in this power.

Jean also felt an ancient, vast, and aggressive consciousness impacting her soul along with the heat wave the moment this power swept over.

Not right.

It was refilling her spiritual world.

Because this power was very familiar; it was the Phoenix Force belonging to her father Hawk that she was born with, the moment she was born.

It was the Phoenix Force that had suddenly disappeared after she came to this world, but was now truly returning.

Jean felt the baby phoenix in her own spiritual world, which had fallen into a deep sleep after coming to this world but was now waking up again and letting out a cry, and while full of joy, she widened her eyes, looking at the figure slowly rising in the flames.

The next second.