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 to talk

announcing themselves and knocking at the

to see the outside, which meant that Shang

But he never did.

the Clouds even became angry when Shang

someone without their consent, and that

angry they got,

them, but he had still

had tried to lure him away from Lucin so that they could kill

else would they be

Shang and get his resources or kill him for some

of them

of them were

wanted

wasn't the truth, but that

constantly being in a heightened state of danger and by going through decades upon decades

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

going through this ungodly training for such a long

been training like this for over 10% of his

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

that person still be the

time Shang had been

the past, he had gone through a couple of decades of isolation,

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

time. He saw others from time to time,

that he regularly had to communicate with others and

it

doing

There was no break.

no

There was no buying.

There was no managing.

Shang and his

or

developed thoughts and

he was approaching death, but not in the traditional

to die, but like he was

like Shang's mind and personality had been close to

like he was