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.

had all wanted

knocking at the Isolation Barrier, but

meant that Shang could have noticed these Clouds and

But he never did.

of the Clouds even became angry when

was forbidden to attack someone without their consent, and

how angry they got, they didn't

of them, but he had still taken

mind, every Cloud that had arrived had tried to lure

else would

wanted to kill Shang and get his resources or kill him

them

of them were

them wanted to kill

the truth,

danger and by going through decades upon decades of nothing but intense pain, Shang's perception was

could one see the world as

such a long time, Shang was bound

perspective, Shang had been training like this for

need to look at one's own life, take 10% of it, and go

person still be the

the longest time Shang had been this

decades of isolation, but he

from one place to the other, talked to Jerald,

Named Agent 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 the Keeper, and left the

which meant that he regularly had to

it

doing

There was no break.

no talking to

There was no buying.

There was no managing.

was just Shang

better or

developed thoughts and feelings he had never been able to imagine

like he was approaching death, but

exactly feel like he was about to die, but like he was about to

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

Shang felt like he was no longer