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

slowly turned his

obelisk that had once been Shang's body

Shang's attention to the

Flesh.

Blood.

Organs.

century, and the pieces of flesh and organs were starting

was when Shang noticed that he wasn't actually standing on the ground but on parts of his

indescribably, and it was filled with

hadn't noticed it before, but right now, he could

had experienced nothing but blood, suffering, and pain for a century in complete

fresh air, or life

Everything was isolated.

like this was

like it was a small

was nothing bright, positive, or happy

And the air…

It was… strange…

feel that the air had gained

But what was this?

force in the

right hand and focused on

some Mana in the

instant, something happened

began to

control over his hand, and it just hung from

tried to move it, but it

to heal it, but

His hand had died.

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

it was, but it felt

It felt mysterious.

experienced anything like

wasn't like Darkness, but it also wasn't

It was different.

hand turned black

had to remember that the bodies of such powerful people didn't decompose easily. After

his hand was starting

just kept looking at

seconds, Shang's hand began to vanish as the natural decomposition reduced it

focused on his surroundings as the decomposition slowly crept up his arm,

feel that if he absorbed more, he would

Mana

then, Shang got a

much of this Mana had

here had been filled with this kind

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

Mana in the surroundings without converting it to his own Mana. In

Mana included the incorporation of Shang's

Shang's body and mind didn't decompose

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

something this mysterious, for some reason, he still

was like he just didn't

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