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

announcing themselves and knocking at the Isolation Barrier,

to see the outside, which meant that Shang could

But he never did.

of the Clouds even became angry

attack someone without their consent,

they got, they

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

Cloud that had arrived had tried to

else would

to kill Shang and get his resources or kill him for some

them

them were his

wanted to

truth,

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

experienced nothing but pain and darkness, how could one see the world as anything

training for such a long time, Shang was bound

this into perspective, Shang had been training like this for over 10% of his

would only need to look at one's own life, take 10% of

still be the

time Shang had been this

gone through a couple of decades of isolation, but he had still

from one place to the other, talked

in 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 to

while training, which meant that he regularly had to communicate

it

was doing nothing

There was no break.

no talking

There was no buying.

There was no managing.

Shang

better or

thoughts and

Shang felt like he was approaching death, but not in

about to

had been close to disappearing

that happened, Shang felt like he was no longer inside