"Beginning of Humanity was originally without nature. All desires, all expectations, were merely pollution."
Hawkins looked at the infant formed from the King of Man in his palm and spoke slowly. The next moment, the infant gradually merged into his flesh and blood.
The so-called King of Man, returning to the root and origin, was merely the Beginning of Humanity shared by all people.
At the level of the soul, Beginning of Humanity was pure and spotless. At the level of the body, there was only instinct. This was also what the King of Man looked like after being purified. It could be anyone, or it could be no one.
It could be Hawkins, and likewise, it could be the Red Knight.
"You ate the King of Man?" Seeing what Hawkins had done, the Red Knight could not help asking.
Hawkins shook his head. "I merely returned it to where it should exist."
"What a load of mystification. You simply devoured the King of Man!" The Red Knight did not believe Hawkins at all. Hawkins's claim that no one would die was absolutely a lie.
Hawkins merely smiled faintly at this, utterly unconcerned.
To put it plainly, the King of Man's essence was the collective past thoughts of countless humans in World Hole. Its strength was indeed formidable, but that depended on its opponent. Hawkins had long surpassed World Hole and countless humans. Numbers found it difficult to have any effect on him, and powers such as fate were even less capable of affecting his essence.
Thus, despite the King of Man's great strength, it had been defeated with astonishing speed, completely unable to display the disparity in their power.
If the King of Man were placed in Infinite City, the outcome would certainly be different.
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