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.

all wanted

at the Isolation Barrier, but

see the outside, which meant that Shang could have noticed these Clouds

But he never did.

Clouds even became

attack someone without their consent, and that

how angry they got, they didn't attack the

of them, but he had still

had arrived had tried to lure

else would they

his resources or kill him for some ideological

them

them were his

them wanted to kill

truth, but that didn't

going through decades upon decades of nothing but intense pain, Shang's perception was bound to

could one see

training for such a long time, Shang was bound to

put this into perspective, Shang had been training like

only need to look at one's own life, take 10% of it, and go through so much time while being

still be

longest time Shang had

of decades of isolation, but he had still done

place to the

had left his training room from time to time. He saw others from time

while training, which meant that he regularly had to communicate with others and deal with the management

time, it

was doing nothing

There was no break.

no talking to

There was no buying.

There was no managing.

just Shang and

better or for

the past century, Shang had developed thoughts and feelings he had never

Shang felt like he was approaching death, but not in

didn't exactly feel like he was about to die, but like he was about

was like Shang's mind and personality had been close to disappearing from the

happened, Shang felt like he was no longer inside his own