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

and knocking at the Isolation Barrier, but Shang never answered

possible for Shang to see the outside, which meant that Shang

But he never did.

the Clouds even became angry

without their consent, and that extended to someone's belongings

matter how angry they got, they didn't

he had

mind, every Cloud that had arrived had tried to

would they be

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

them

them were his

them wanted to

wasn't the truth,

a heightened state of danger and by going through decades upon decades of nothing but intense

one see

through this ungodly training for such a long

to put this into perspective, Shang had been training like

take 10% of it,

still be

was the longest time

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

from one place to the other, talked to Jerald,

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

he regularly had to communicate with others and deal with

time, it

doing nothing

There was no break.

no

There was no buying.

There was no managing.

was just Shang and

or for

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

times, Shang felt like he was approaching death, but not in

about to die, but like he was about

was like Shang's mind and personality had been

he