Chapter 945: An Overly Low-End Universe (First Update!)

Traveling through the multiverse was no longer a first for Hawk.

But traveling into a multiverse that had just undergone a cosmic reset was a first in history for Hawk.

How should one describe this particular journey?

One word.

Strange.

Two words.

Peculiar.

The moment Hawk, while bringing Hearing Wanda along, followed the stream of light that had triggered the cosmic reset into this multiverse—which was even more low-end than the prime universe they originated from—he sensed his power vanishing at an extremely rapid pace.

Admittedly.

When he last traveled to the 616 universe with Scott the Ant-Man, he had also experienced a process of power dissipation.

But how to put it.

If his power loss when traveling to the 616 universe was like a bathtub draining slowly, then this time, the disappearance was instantaneous.

So...

This did not seem like a disappearance; it felt more like a shielding.

Just as Hawk’s thoughts raced, Hearing Wanda, who was gripping his hand tightly, also sensed that something was wrong.

She suddenly discovered that Hawk, who had always felt unfathomably deep and bottomless in energy to her, had suddenly become completely devoid of energy in the blink of an eye.

Yet Hearing Wanda was certain that her own energy had not been enhanced.

Therefore, there was only one possibility.

Hawk’s energy had vanished.

As thoughts raced through her mind, Hearing Wanda intended to seize the initiative from Hawk’s hand, force a stop within the travel tunnel, and dash back in the direction they had come: "No, let's go back quickly."

Hawk squeezed the palm of Hearing Wanda’s hand, which was attempting to turn back, with force.

"No need."

"But your power..."

"It's fine."

As his thoughts raced, Hawk calmed down instantly: "Since we're already here, the dictionary of a Saint never contains the word retreat!"

Although Hawk often said that one shouldn't be reckless, that steady development was the true path, and that a gentleman should not stand under a dangerous wall.

But that was based on him having prior insight into potential dangers.

Still, the same saying applies.

Knowing there is a tiger in the mountain and heading toward the tiger's mountain has never been a term of praise.

It is the brave who win when meeting on a narrow path.

If he had sensed that this multiverse might be dangerous before stepping into the travel tunnel, then there would be nothing to say; he would run as far as possible and wait until he could punch a cosmic bubble to pieces before stepping into this multiverse.

But since he had already arrived, that was a different matter entirely.

Hawk still remembered a classic comment from the internet in his past life.

With this retreat by Eunuch Cao, martial arts regressed by twenty years.

By the same token!

If he retreated this time, it wouldn't just be as simple as taking a step back; it would be a negation of his own definition of his life.

The Unique!

This was his definition of his life's Eighth Sense, but at the same time, it was also the definition he had set in advance for his Ninth Sense.

The Seventh Sense controls one's own time.

The Eighth Sense controls one's own life.

Then the Ninth Sense is to control one's own universe.

What is a universe!

What is the unique.

My heart is the heart of heaven.

My will is the will of heaven.

People from the Eastern Kingdom often look ten steps ahead for every one step they take, and Hawk was no exception.

His definition of the uniqueness of life was the next step toward defining the Heavenly Dao.