Soul Lock now felt like prey he had once hunted.
No, not even prey.
At most, he was a cannon-fodder piece on a god's game board, useless once he had served his purpose and liable to be discarded at any moment.
Though he held absolute faith in the gods, that did not mean he did not want to live.
Soul Lock felt that he was different from the others in the church.
Those people were madmen through and through, while he had retained a trace of the free will he possessed before receiving the gods' blessings.
But now that he was trapped in this damned place, with no possibility of escape, what could he do?
After a brief spell of bewilderment, Soul Lock began moving forward again.
He could not simply wait here forever. If he kept going, perhaps he might truly find a way out.
Yet he soon discovered something: he had already forgotten which direction he had come from.
The dazzling ribbons of light in his vision shifted constantly, utterly useless as landmarks for determining direction.
And this place was nothing but emptiness, without even an object that could be used to judge distance.
Soul Lock grew agitated again. He nearly pushed his own energy to its limit, his body transforming into a beam of light that quickly vanished amid the light bands.
If this had been Tianlan Continent, he could have easily entered deep space at such speed.
But here, no matter how powerful he was, he could not affect space in the slightest.
It was as if space in this world came with absolute, indestructible laws.
Black mist surged and formed a claw several hundred zhang in size.
With no target to attack, it shot forward at tremendous speed until it disappeared beyond the edge of