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.

Clouds had all wanted to

the Isolation Barrier,

Shang to see the outside, which meant that Shang could

But he never did.

the Clouds even became angry when Shang kept

consent, and that extended to someone's belongings and Magic

got, they didn't attack

but he had still

every Cloud that had arrived had tried to lure him away from Lucin so that they

would they

his resources

them

of them were his

of them wanted to

truth, but that

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

but pain and darkness, how could one see the world as anything but filled with pain

for such a long time, Shang

had been training like this for

one's own life, take 10% of

that person still

longest time Shang had

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

place to the other, talked to Jerald, and a couple of other

Named Agent in the Temple of Blood, Shang had left his training room from time to time. He saw others

meant that he regularly had to communicate with others

it was

doing

There was no break.

was no talking

There was no buying.

There was no managing.

Shang and

or for

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

he was approaching death, but not in the traditional

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

had been close

happened, Shang felt like he was no longer