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

turned his head

that had once been Shang's

the hill

Flesh.

Blood.

Organs.

the past century, and the pieces of flesh

Shang noticed that he wasn't actually standing on

air stunk indescribably, and it was filled with something

before, but right now, he could

but blood, suffering, and pain for a century in

of the light, fresh air, or

Everything was isolated.

like this

like it was a

was nothing bright, positive, or happy

And the air…

It was… strange…

that the air had gained powerful

But what was this?

this force

his right hand and focused

Mana in the surroundings

instant, something happened to Shang's

to turn

control over his hand, and

to move it, but

heal it, but that was

His hand had died.

some reason, Shang wasn't nervous or scared,

know what it was, but it felt profound and

It felt mysterious.

experienced

Darkness, but it also wasn't

It was different.

later, Shang's hand turned black and began to

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

hand was

kept looking at

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

on his surroundings as the decomposition slowly crept up his arm, destroying more and

feel that if he

surrounding Mana

then, Shang got a

this Mana had he

kind of

were very different from what he

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

natural process of absorbing Mana included the incorporation of

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

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

with something this

like he