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

he slowly turned his head to the

that had once been Shang's body had fallen

Shang's attention to the hill

Flesh.

Blood.

Organs.

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

Shang noticed that he wasn't actually standing

stunk indescribably, and it was filled with something

before, but right now, he could

nothing but blood, suffering, and pain for a century

light, fresh air, or life could enter

Everything was isolated.

was like this was a small

like it was a

nothing bright, positive,

And the air…

It was… strange…

the air had

But what was this?

force in the

hand and

willed some Mana in the surroundings to enter his

instant, something happened to

to turn

over his hand, and it

it, but it

it, but that

His hand had died.

some reason, Shang wasn't nervous or scared, and he just looked at

was, but it felt

It felt mysterious.

had never experienced anything like this

like Darkness, but it also

It was different.

Shang's hand turned black

to remember that the bodies of such powerful people didn't decompose easily. After all, all of Shang's body parts were still

was starting

kept

next seconds, Shang's hand began to vanish as the natural decomposition reduced it to earth, liquids, and

surroundings as the decomposition slowly crept up his arm, destroying

if he absorbed

Mana

Shang got

much of this Mana had he

with this kind of Mana, what effects did it have on

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

now, Shang had absorbed the Mana in the surroundings without converting it to his own Mana. In essence, Shang was using a simplified and weaker version of

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

that, Shang's body and mind

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

was like he just