Soul Lock's life was very simple.
Spacing out, watching Magic Phone, writing novels, resting—those were all the things he could do.
Yet Soul Lock had no complaints about it. To him, such a peaceful life was rare and precious. If possible, he hoped it could continue forever.
Forgetting his former identity as Archbishop of the End.
Here, he was merely an ordinary Origin Mall customer, as well as a somewhat popular Origin Reading author. That alone was enough.
There were no conflicts, and the whispers in his mind had vanished completely. Soul Lock had ample time to think and use Magic Phone to learn about the outside world.
That proprietor had not forgotten him entirely either, occasionally tossing in some special food.
Some were products from Origin Mall, while others were fruit peels, cores, and the like. In any case, Soul Lock never refused anything and ate it all.
In his view, if the proprietor wanted to harm him, there was no need to go through so much trouble. Therefore, whatever was thrown in was meant for him to eat.
After all these days, Soul Lock even felt that his cultivation had improved considerably. Yet he had never focused on cultivating, which meant it was all the effect of that food!
Worthy of a god.
Even casually discarded household waste was a divine treasure that someone like him could only dream of obtaining. Soul Lock had thoroughly understood that fact.
He even felt a little fortunate now that Spatial Turbulence had thrown him into the Tianxing Empire, where the proprietor had caught him and tossed him in here, allowing him to completely escape the influence of the Lord of the End.
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*What was the Essence of the World in which living beings existed? I had thought about this question