Sword God in a World of Magic

Shang looked at his body and realized that there was still a bit to go.

However, this time, it no longer seemed impossible to comprehend Void Casting.

Shang was already 80% done.

Only about 40 more years.

Only two or three more sessions in the Isolation Chamber.

Then, he would finally comprehend Void Casting.

Yet, Shang only absentmindedly focused on nothing.

He was just standing in the Isolation Barrier, doing nothing.

He wasn't training.

He wasn't thinking.

He was just there.

That was it.

He just didn't care anymore.

Training was so exhausting.

Moving was so exhausting.

Thinking was so exhausting.

Everything was so exhausting.

He just didn't want to anymore.

His past was suffering.

His present was suffering.

His future was suffering.

Why suffering?

Why did it always have to be suffering?

Why did the world put him through so much suffering?

In Shang's mind, there was no way out of this suffering.

It couldn't be stopped.

As long as he lived, he would continue to suffer.

What was the point?

…

kept looking at

then, he slowly turned his head to the

had once been Shang's body had

Shang's attention to the hill he was

Flesh.

Blood.

Organs.

wide enough for all the flesh that had accumulated over the past century, and the pieces of

he wasn't actually standing on the ground

it was filled with

right now, he could feel something very

experienced nothing but blood, suffering,

fresh air, or life could enter from

Everything was isolated.

like this

it

was nothing bright, positive, or happy

And the air…

It was… strange…

that the air had gained

But what was this?

force in the

hand and

he willed some Mana in

something

began to turn

over his hand, and it

tried to move it, but

it,

His hand had died.

wasn't nervous or scared, and he

know what it was, but it felt profound

It felt mysterious.

had never experienced

but it also wasn't

It was different.

hand turned black and began to

of such powerful people didn't decompose easily. After all, all of

hand was starting

kept looking at

Shang's hand began to vanish as the natural decomposition reduced it

his surroundings as the decomposition slowly crept up his

that if he absorbed more, he

Mana was

Shang

this Mana had he

everything in here had been filled with this kind of Mana, what effects

which Shang had absorbed Mana previously were

without converting it to his own Mana. In essence, Shang was using a simplified and

Mana included the incorporation of Shang's will on the Mana as the first

and mind didn't decompose like his

had still absorbed who knew how much of this Mana. Sure, he had put his will on it,

something this mysterious,

was like he just didn't