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.

wanted to

the Isolation Barrier, but Shang

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

But he never did.

even became

was forbidden to attack someone without their consent, and that extended

angry they got, they didn't attack the

seen all of them, but he had still taken note of a couple

had tried to lure

else would they be

kill Shang and get his resources or kill him for

of them were his

them

wanted to kill

truth,

danger and by going through decades upon decades of

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

for such a long time, Shang was bound

into perspective, Shang had been

own life, take 10% of it, and go through so much time while being

still be

was the longest time Shang had

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

one place to the other, talked to

room from time to time. He saw others from time to time, bought new

to run a town while training, which meant that he regularly had to communicate

it was

was doing

There was no break.

no talking

There was no buying.

There was no managing.

Shang and

or for

and feelings he had never been

approaching death, but not

like he was about to die, but like he was

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

felt like he was no longer inside his own