Sword God in a World of Magic

Time continued to pass.

The Bolts were no longer distracted by Shang since Lucin had created an Isolation Barrier around him, but Lucin himself had noticed that he was sighing far more often than usual.

He just felt bad for Shang.

It was one thing to go through so much pain to become stronger, but it was something else to continuously go through so much pain for decades upon decades.

This wasn't an individual instance of painful training anymore. Being under so much pain for so long had essentially transformed Shang's entire life.

Yes, Shang was already quite old, but spending decades in pain was still something significant.

Every decade of pain was equivalent to about one year of pain for a mortal.

How horrible would it be to be under such pain for one year?

Just one day was already terrifying.

As Lucin continued watching Shang, he got the thought that Shang was actually impressively sane for someone that was living like this.

Under normal circumstances, one would imagine a quivering mass of terror, paranoia, fear, and irrational hatred.

Sure, Shang had these aspects, but they weren't so strong that they overtook his entire personality.

Nevertheless, Lucin could still feel that Shang had huge issues deep inside.

His body was like a machine that was piloted by ten crazy people with different issues and illnesses, but by averaging them out, the machine was still piloted in a somewhat normal way.

Frankly, it was a miracle.

Decades passed.

Eventually, Shang used up all the Furnace Pills he had, which took him a total of 100 years.

At this moment, Shang was around 860 years old.

If he were a mortal, he would be nearly 80 years old.

Shang had genuinely reached the last years of his life.

Over the past century, a couple of Clouds had arrived in front of the Isolation Barrier.

had all wanted to talk to

the Isolation

had made it possible for Shang to see the outside, which meant

But he never did.

became angry when

consent, and that extended

got, they didn't

not seen all of them, but he had still taken note of a couple

arrived had tried to

else would

Shang and get his

them

of them

of them wanted to

the truth, but

state of danger and by going through decades upon decades of nothing but intense pain, Shang's perception was bound to become

could one see the world as

this ungodly training for such a

perspective, Shang had been training like

own life, take 10% of it,

still be the

was the longest time Shang had been

of decades of isolation, but he had still done a couple of

23, Shang had fought some beasts, walked from one place to the other, talked

the Temple of Blood, Shang had left his training room from time to time. He saw others from time to time, bought new resources, did some missions, talked

had to run a town while training, which meant that he regularly had to communicate with others and

time, it

doing

There was no break.

no

There was no buying.

There was no managing.

was just Shang and his

better or

past century, Shang had developed thoughts and feelings he had never been able

was approaching death, but

like he was about to die, but

and personality had been

he