A huge phantom was above the space, and the phantom was very blurry, and it seemed to be the outline of the true self.

Suddenly, the real self-immortal grasped the fragments and the whole space turned black. He appeared on the Challenger and looked at Hawkins and smiled, "Hawkins, do you have many questions to ask?"

"Yes." Hawkins couldn't see the true self, but he still nodded.

The true self-perfect man shook his head and said, "I know what you want to ask, I can only be considered a half-perfect person now!"

"Why, haven't you become the perfect person?" Hawkins said in surprise.

The true self-perfect man gently rubbed the fragments and replied: "Because there is no perfect person at all, there are only half of the perfect person."

"The perfect perfect person does not exist?" Hawkins widened his eyes, quite puzzled. Since there is no perfect perfect person, why is he called the perfect person?

The true self-perfection smiled and said, "It is because of imperfection that it is called perfect. Isn't it incredible?"

"I don't understand a little." Hawkins nodded.

The true self-perfect man smiled and said, "I didn't understand at the beginning, but it was not until the last moment that I understood why there were so few perfect people, and it was because... it was not perfect."

Without waiting for Hawkins to ask a question, he continued: "Even if I say it now, it will be difficult for you to understand, and you will naturally find the answer in the future."

"There is another question. The transcendent really exists?" Hawkins felt inexplicably that he was about to leave, so he quickly spoke.

The true self is perfect and smiled and said, "It does exist."

"Who is stronger than the transcendent or the perfect?" Hawkins asked curiously.

The true self is perfect and smiles without saying a word. The next moment suddenly disappears, and the sea of ​​feast disappears together.
Chapter completed!