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?

…

just kept

slowly turned

obelisk that had once been Shang's body

drew Shang's attention to the hill

Flesh.

Blood.

Organs.

accumulated over the past century, and the pieces of flesh and organs were

was when Shang noticed that he wasn't actually standing

was filled with something

it before, but right now, he could feel something very profound in the

that had experienced nothing but blood, suffering, and pain

of the light, fresh air, or life could enter from the

Everything was isolated.

was like this

was like it was a

nothing bright, positive, or happy

And the air…

It was… strange…

the air had gained

But what was this?

was this force in

his right hand and

he willed some Mana in the surroundings to enter

instant, something happened

to turn

Shang lost control over his hand, and

tried to move it, but it was

heal it, but that

His hand had died.

wasn't nervous or scared, and he just looked at his

know what it was, but it felt profound

It felt mysterious.

had never experienced

wasn't like Darkness, but

It was different.

turned black and began to

didn't decompose easily. After all, all of Shang's body parts were still on the hill,

his hand was

kept looking

as the natural decomposition reduced it to earth, liquids, and

decomposition slowly crept up his arm,

if he absorbed

Mana was

Shang

of this Mana had he

everything in here had been filled with this kind

the ways in which Shang had absorbed Mana previously were very different from what he

his own Mana. In essence, Shang was using a simplified and weaker version of

natural process of absorbing Mana included the incorporation of Shang's will on the Mana as the

Shang's body and mind didn't decompose like

how much of this Mana. Sure, he had put his will on it, but did that mean that there was no

with something this mysterious, for some reason, he still

he just didn't