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

turned his

had once

drew Shang's attention to the hill he

Flesh.

Blood.

Organs.

the past century, and the pieces of flesh and organs were starting to stack on

noticed that he wasn't actually standing on the ground but on parts of

and it was

noticed it before, but right now, he could feel

blood, suffering, and pain for a century

of the light, fresh air, or life could enter

Everything was isolated.

like this was a small

like it

bright, positive, or happy

And the air…

It was… strange…

could feel that the air had gained

But what was this?

this force in the

right hand and

Mana in the surroundings

an instant, something

to

hand, and it just hung from

tried to move it, but it was

heal it, but that was also

His hand had died.

or scared, and he just looked at his dead

what it was, but it felt profound and

It felt mysterious.

experienced anything

like Darkness, but it

It was different.

hand turned black

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

his hand was starting to

kept looking at

next seconds, Shang's hand began to vanish as the natural

the decomposition slowly crept up

if he absorbed more,

Mana was

Shang

much of this

everything in here had been filled with this kind of

course, the ways in which Shang had absorbed Mana previously were very different from

his own Mana. In essence, Shang was using a

the incorporation of Shang's will on the Mana as

Shang's body and

of this Mana. Sure, he had put his will on it, but did that

with something this mysterious, for some reason,

like he just