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 looking at

then, he slowly turned his head to the

obelisk that had once been Shang's body had

to the hill he was currently

Flesh.

Blood.

Organs.

that had accumulated over the past century, and the pieces of flesh and

Shang noticed that he wasn't actually standing on the

indescribably, and it was filled with something terrifying

it before, but right now, he could feel something very

blood, suffering, and pain for a

or life could enter from the

Everything was isolated.

like this

it was a

bright, positive,

And the air…

It was… strange…

could feel that the air had gained

But what was this?

was this force in

hand and

in the surroundings to enter his

something happened

began to turn

hand, and

to move it, but it was

tried to heal it, but that

His hand had died.

Shang wasn't nervous or scared, and

know what it was, but it

It felt mysterious.

had never experienced

Darkness, but

It was different.

Shang's hand turned black and began

After all, all of Shang's body parts were still on the hill, and they

his hand was starting

just kept looking at

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

the decomposition slowly crept up his arm,

could feel that if he absorbed more, he

surrounding Mana was

Shang got

much of this Mana had he

kind of Mana, what

Mana previously were very different from what he had done to his hand just

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

of Shang's will on the

Shang's body and mind didn't decompose like his

absorbed who knew how much of this Mana. Sure, he had put his

when Shang was confronted with something this mysterious, for some reason, he still

like he