Sword God in a World of Magic

For the next two years, Shang continued training as always.

He was dead set on comprehending Void Casting before his longevity would end, which was in about 280 years.

Shang was around 720 years old now, which was very old already for someone in the Fifth Realm.

Someone of such an age would normally be considered as someone whose Path had come to an end. They would only continue coasting along until their longevity ran out, never reaching the next Realm.

Sadly, spending so much time in each Realm was the only way for Shang to get a solid foundation.

If Shang's Path had already been planned out in the beginning, he could have done a couple of training exercises for his body while comprehending the Concepts of Addition and Subtraction.

Additionally, there would have probably also been better methods for warriors to comprehend Void Casting.

However, Shang was the strongest warrior.

There was no Path he could follow.

He had to create his own.

If there had been a Star Map for his Addum and Subsis, he might have also saved a century.

If he had a greater backer, Shang would have also received a far better area to comprehend the Concepts of Addition and Subtraction. As it stood, Shang had comprehended these Concepts by looking at beasts with somewhat fitting Affinities, but that obviously hadn't been the best method.

With a better area, Shang would have maybe saved another century.

In that case, Shang would only be a bit over 500 years old, giving him nearly 500 years to comprehend Void Casting.

That would be far easier.

Sadly, these were only ifs.

Shang could only hope that all these issues would vanish as soon as he joined the Lightning Manor.

Nevertheless, Shang never wasted even a second of his life, and he continued training with everything he had.

He let the Sweeper use several powerful Magic Circles that forced Mana into Shang's body over and over again.

Shang's body exploded again and again, but he didn't flinch.

This was just normal pain, and he had grown so used to it that the concept of pain had become distorted.

Whenever Shang felt excruciating pain, he wasn't even sure what he felt anymore.

Yeah, but he couldn't really describe

it pain?

pain anymore since what he felt whenever his body got injured had become so confusing and unimportant that he wasn't even sure

the own destruction of his body

organs shoot out of his body, he didn't feel any different than

was like his

things that were happening

was monotone, boring, unimportant,

helping Shang with his training, the Sweeper had grown somewhat used to

high pain tolerance was important for a powerful Mage, but whenever she saw Shang train, it was like she was witnessing

animals, and beasts were supposed to feel pain and

high pain tolerance was good and all, but this was

Shang even a

the more abnormal

training, it was like he was some kind of being

Isolation Chamber, everything

human

scared child. It was like a poor

that fate was his

were the two extremes of

Extreme apathy and detachment.

Intense fear and emotion.

There was no in-between.

of two years came closer, the Sweeper grew

didn't want to leave

girl. She was over a thousand years old, and

asked herself if she had

she couldn't

needed to be

to understand how the other person

didn't exist between

the time, it was like the Sweeper was looking at a ghost with

that the contrast

in the world had only seen that one version of Shang, but she

His vulnerable side.

His scared side.

a way, she knew Shang better than any other

to the conclusion that, yes, she had taken an

However, what about it?